Storm’s Call

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Rustle of leaves
on a scorching day
The sun blinks its eyes
as shadows slip in

Chirping birds
Now grow silent
As earth holds its breath
And heated air stirs

The rumble of a passing truck
Grows and speaks to
Dark clouds advancing building
Carried on silent streams

A dog’s sharp bark
Shatters the sudden stillness
And the cat races to shelter
As searing light pierces the sky

Storm’s call sounds
Make way Make way
Wind’s breath blows cool
As full drops descend

Pounding now upon thirsty ground
Washing cleansing making new
Wafting lifting petrichor’s rich smell
… Rain’s offering to lifted noses

Streams of water flowing
Warm toes cooling
Hot faces relieving
Churning clouds slowly recede

Storm’s call beckons
Lifts its arm in final salute
And rolls slowly on
As mist begins to rise

Small World

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Why look right there
Now what is that

I peer into
A small world

Busy hurrying
Here and there

Creeping crawling
Flying digging

Busy ants and
Chirping crickets

Waiting spiders
Swaying webs

Wasps and bees and
Buzzing mosquitoes

Caterpillars munching
Butterflies flitting

Dragonflies and
So much more

Such interesting lives
We seldom notice

Working and living
See their small world