Prairie Storms

Percolating like coffee in the late afternoon summer heat

Boiling, shaping, forming, rising up in the sky 60,000 feet

First a bright burning white color, then a sinister dark form

Dancing out across the prairie, a west Texas thunderstorm

　

Lightning blazes in its tops and the thunder rumbles forth

They’ve come up from the Gulf and worked their way north

The crack of thunder in a dead silence signals they are here

These giants send forth their message and fill hearts with fear

　

That distinctive smell of wet dust washed out from the wind

Always seems to linger just before the storms begin

Then comes the wind and raging torrents in angled fluid sheets

Reaching down to the ground where rain and dust meets

　

They seem to fight among themselves each lashing all around

Flashed lightning, spinning wind, hail all upon the ground

The surprising blast of the lightning and low rolling thunder

The drenching rains and flooding waters washing all asunder

　

The limbs on trees snap like twigs, their tops bend and strain

The road ditches run full of water from the pouring rain

The sky is dark, no sun around, it seems as if it were night

And all the time these mighty giants continue on their fight

　

Then the rain lets up and begins to stop as the clouds pull away

The sunshine actually comes again with the light of day

And peace returns once again to this little prairie town site

The storms rumble away leaving welcome solitude and quiet

　

　

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