Tuesday, July 24, 2012


Just as it was thundering
a wayward train went through
and it really got me wondering
which one of the two

produced the righteous rumbling
that shook me to the bone
with power that was humbling
enough to force a moan

while lightning flickered brilliantly
across the starless sky
I figured almost instantly
the storm would not blow by

so I just lay there listening
to the sorely needed rain
each crystal droplet glistening
like treasure to the plain

where clay is prone to aridness
and crumbles to the touch
requiring preparedness
when drought becomes too much.


Donna Smith said...

"with power that was humbling"...and love the title.

rch said...

Thanks Donna!