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