Poetry Two

The Storm
A floating white puffball of dandelion
and soft coo of fluttering dove
were the only signs.
Heavily laden and lead-gray clouds
stirred the tempest brew.
Weeping and whipping gusts of wind
circled from whimper to howl.
leaves drifted...then flung...
birds huddled.
Parched fields were close and warm
with the scent of coming rain and waiting barley.

A crackled surge of electric air
lashed and pierced
in a thin leaping volt of yellow-white sky fire.
A luminous clap-boomed explosion
of thunderous din
burst forth a shaken rolling roar
through a jagged rent in the unfolding sky
amid the escaped deluge of torrential rain.

Spiderwebs caught the drops
as reflected diamond dew.

Dollops of drops stippled rain surface ponds
as misted valleys and shower soaked slopes
slid mudded earth back to an ancient rolling sea
which gave up it's plunder
to the washed pale sand.

Dim forest floor
soft-green velvet-lush mounds of moss
drizzle-dripped in watery gray light
beneath a leafy canopy.
Soggy slap and trickle rain
hissed and steamed on pebble and rock
as silent progress dripped-leaked
through metal holes on rusted bolts.

A siege of convulsing and tumbling rivulets
streamed on daisy and weed
and drench-soaked the fertile earth
for a single eternal day of desert bloom.

Pooling in puddles
child-feet splashed by floated toy sailboat
as face lifted to lick tongue drops.

Slashing lashing rain
in rivers of silver and cream
sheet-washed panes
beyond window seat
pressed cheek and hot chocolate.

Lovers lay languorously illuminated
by a symphony of water
amid a harmony of shadowed light.

Misted wind swirled on sounds of trickling water
as the tree�s shaken petals
drifted in suspended dancing droplets
of jeweled tears
and the rain wept with the willow
as the unveiling rainbows gave mosaic promise
of tomorrow's blueberries.