gathering storm
gathering storm
1954
how clouds thicken
and pile
wind rises, swirls
the ions,
a certain warning
scent
distant rumbling
closer
first crack overhead
shards of light
kids driven
from the pond
screeches
snatching towels
drops, then deluge
sodden books
left behind
Brought back beautiful memories of a child, growing up in KY. We loved the thunderstorms and would run wild in the strrets and fields with the excitement before they hit. Thanks for that Amrita!
I could almost smell the change in the air as the storm hit. Lovely poem. Nice to hear of your childhood memories. 😊P