Word Paint: Summer Storm

The wind whispers

Warning of a storm.

Not a secret whisper  

A wild one.

The gusts, the lightning - 

Angry tonight.

But I can’t be scared,

Even alone in the dark.

It’s too beautiful.

The thunder rumbles

I relax, then swell with awe.

My soul sings along 

To the song of the storm.

The lightning speaks,

I strain to hear.

I want to know its language.

I am deaf and dumb.

I want to talk to the lightning

And know its story.

But I can’t - I’m only human.

I speak with words, not electricity.

Raindrops on the glass

One of God’s prettiest pictures.

The window pane

A water wall.

Tonight’s storm is especially wet.

No more rain then usual.

But it’s silky tonight

The way it slides.

I love watching the people.

No pride when you’re drenched.

Torrential downpour - 

You remember that you’re little.