Flashes of light that mimic electrical transformers exploding.
The rumble that follows shakes the house.
Rain drops, large as the lone star, flood the brown yard
The rumble that follows shakes the house.
Rain drops, large as the lone star, flood the brown yard
but from the inside looking out
I can pretend it's cool instead of 90% humidity.
The sudden storm keeps my neighbors quiet;
the air is clear of weekend yard work sounds.
A summer rainstorm in Texas is the reprieve longed for
from our annual inferno sentence.
I thank God for the rainstorm
that places my Saturday plans on hold.
I smile to myself to see
the Earth happy from the gift it just received.
Huge cracks in the dirt begin to fill in
and plants perk up.
Birds chirp during the moments
between the sectioned storm.
Rest. Recovery.
Rain.
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