Aug. 9, 2009 - Summer Storm
I was sitting on the deck a few minutes ago, with my 6 year-old on my knee, when we heard some thunder and the wind began to pick up, blowing the treetops to and fro. I told her I love the air before a storm because there's so much energy in it. As I described to her why I love summer storms it occured to me that it was rather poetic I had to come in and see if I could turn it into a poem. I have a weakness for writing poetry. It's not always very good, but I always enjoy writing it. So for better or worse, here's my poem about a summer storm. It should come as no surprise that English is one of my favourite subjects to teach, second only to History and Music. :-)
Summer Storm
I love to be outside right before a summer storm,
The air is thick and humid, the air is thick and warm.
I love to hear the quiet as the birds begin to hide,
Creatures run for shelter, people rush inside.
I love to feel the air filled with energy, suspense,
The wind begins to grow, the wind feels so tense.
I love to hear the rumble of clouds looming low,
The lightning flashes bright in the darkening summer glow.
I love to feel the drips of raindrops as they fall,
The cool, dripping raindrops - light rain becomes a squall.
Then all the water bursting forth comes shouting from the sky!
The clouds give forth, they rumble forth, with water shower high!
I love to feel the quiet just after summer storm,
To rest in the refreshing, thirst-quenched summer born.
The silence lasts a moment, then birds begin to sing,
They come again to bathe in the summer storm-bred spring.
I love the sweet, fresh fragrance just after summer rain,
And rest in the quiet ‘till summer storm comes once again.
