Cumulus clouds looming,
Thunderheads, my dad calls them.
As a child, they frightened me.
The abrupt crash of thunder. 
The intense flash of lightning. 
Massive white pines 
Swayed and danced in the wind
Around our house. 

Now rain is overflowing my gutters,
Air rushes in the open windows 
Cooling the house ten degrees 
And I sit listening, waiting 
For the excitement my heart 
Feels with every flash and clatter.

KW
6/4/24