As lightning brights the meadow
And thunder dulls the air;
I feel it still,
A stormy chill,
An aura everywhere.
I wander o'er the pathway
And paddle through the rain;
My bootheels squash
The squelchy wash
Along the puddled lane.
My face refreshed with teardrops
The clouds have wept from high;
They gently wet
My eyes, and yet,
They barely seem to cry.
I dance on midst the moisture
The hail sends down to earth;
I sense the beat
Beneath my feet
And sing for all I'm worth.
But then the fulgid sunlight
Warms the land once more;
I'm home to you
As I step through
A rainbow's archwayed door.
The Cooling Cloudburst
Alan S Jeeves
Poet's note: Poet's note: I seem to be having difficulty with this site - Don't know why. Thank you to the hundreds of you who have read my work, alas I shall not be posting again. Of course, my poetry can be seen over the internet for anyone wishing to read me - Simply Google me. Kind regards, Alan S Jeeves
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