The sky the colour of tarnished silver

Is firing daggers at the ground,

High speed unrelenting thunderous hiss

Of glass-smooth shards exploding on contact.

Lights flick on and off as the charged air

Flashes blue then white followed by

The deep lowing growl of the clouds.

Water cascades from roof-tops,

The street outside no longer solid but flowing,

Shallow ditches now pools of livid mercury,

Dancing to the maniacal rhythm

Of an invisible stampede of latent hooves

Galloping along the nearby shore

Releasing salt and ozone;

The strong odor of the sea and sodden earth

Suspended in the backdraft of the summer storm

That hammers at the windows and the roof tiles

Leaving nothing uncleansed in its wake.

4 thoughts on “Summer Storm

    1. Ah thank you for such an inspiring comment. I appreciate you stopping by today and taking the time to read and comment, it means a lot.
      Enjoy the rest of your weekend 🙂


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