Thunder Storms
The wind is calm and quiet
Rain falls, straight and quiet
It plocs against concrete and roofs
It flocs against trees and shrubs
The world smells like new earth
Lightning strikes the inky sky
Tears it up with a lashing whip
But just for a single second
The ink spreads back and covers it
The wind has still not risen
Leaves bend only under raindrops
They gather and form puddles
The seconds splash by
And thunder rips the air apart
Loud and booming
It gives a blinding splash to the ears as lightning does to the eyes
The rain still taps on windows
The wind still unmoving
It is a cycle that conitnues until the clouds are dry
Until the lightning loses its strength
Until the thunder has gone hoarse
Rain falls, straight and quiet
It plocs against concrete and roofs
It flocs against trees and shrubs
The world smells like new earth
Lightning strikes the inky sky
Tears it up with a lashing whip
But just for a single second
The ink spreads back and covers it
The wind has still not risen
Leaves bend only under raindrops
They gather and form puddles
The seconds splash by
And thunder rips the air apart
Loud and booming
It gives a blinding splash to the ears as lightning does to the eyes
The rain still taps on windows
The wind still unmoving
It is a cycle that conitnues until the clouds are dry
Until the lightning loses its strength
Until the thunder has gone hoarse