Summer Storm
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
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Nice word choices and images, Love looming-thunderheads, and the white pines in motion.
I love the imagery. And I love storm poems. Nice work!