Heavy Weather- A Tale Of A Summer Storm Poem by Edmund V. Strolis
Heavy Weather- A Tale Of A Summer Storm
A Tale Of A Summer Storm
It had been one of those steamy days
A real blazer right from the first rays
And true to form it feasted on green
Turning lawns to brown, growing mean
Not a cloud to be seen, no stir in the air
A pan fried day for all the people down there
Then came a murmur from miles away
Somehow, somewhere, something was stirring
Seemingly impossible on that summers day
Birds in retreat knew something was brewing
A change in the air a cool breeze made its way
A messenger a warning of a purple eruption
Devouring the heat as it fed on the day
A pickup truck tale for future generations
Wild circles were torn by horses aware
Their nostrils flaring, a stare in their eyes
Ancestral blood warned of something out there
A stampeding frenzy with nowhere to hide
A rumble then shook the last bird from a tree
Black horizon, master of a phantom sundown
Angry flashes and armies of rain were set free
Devouring the canvas of all that it found.
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5/7/2024 9:30:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a pan fried day- cool image! i relate. here, where it's typically dry, we have days where walking out in mid-day feels like opening a hot-oven door. and rain is precious- in an average year we get 8 or 9 inches of rain- which is why i have three prayers for rain. on the sense of a storm brewing, i have two- overcast and huge dark clouds. glen