Summer Storm Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

August sets us scurrying
Catching the last of summer rays
Taking a leisurely drive
While we still have pleasing days.

Returning home to a cooling drink
As the recliner elevates and tilts back
The sky is strengthening into a mass
Of menacing clouds churning black.

The sound of my cell phone ringing
Redirects my contemplation.
'Grandma, we need a ride home now…
Please, no procrastination! '

Intermittent cold droplets splash
Splat, splat as the wind begins to tousle
Headlights illuminate the darkness of day
Rain begins to pour as if from a nozzle.

A red traffic light impedes progress
Tense controlled breathing
Steams visionless portholes
Layered with continuous sheathing

Unexplainably, the deluge stopped…
With lowered windows, relief is evident
Small seas swirl curbside to drains
Carrying with it distressing torment.

As I reached my destination
Brandon and Kevin declared,
'Finally, your are here! '
Lightning flashed and thunder blared.


The atmosphere hung heavily still
Vast flat bottomed heaps of foreboding
Hovered over head creating a ceiling…
All hopes for an acquittal were eroding.

Reaching the safety of home
A resurgence of pounding rain abounds
Familiar surroundings are reassuring…
Diminishing fear from threatening sounds