Storm

As dusk draws in and lights go out
The night seems strangely quiet
You look at the wood stove and
Decide you ought to light it
The sky lights up with lightning
Thunder sounds for all its worth
The wind carries the sweet aroma
Of rain-dampened Earth
Drops of rain hit the roof
And make the metal clatter
Mixture of wind and raindrops
Form whispers of eerie chatter
You hear the thunder and you wonder
How long will it last?
Then things start quieting down a bit
And you see the storm has passed

Susan M Gaither