Summer Storm

Leaves stir,
the very first to be attentive.

A stray splat
kicks up dust and dehydrates.

Grit splays,
scraped loose by a blast of

wind ricocheting
off the parched, hard ground.

With a crack,
lighting jars loose the seal.

Its drumroll
announces the apocalypse.

Clouds split
and spill their hoarded deluge.

Ants scurry
out of the way of a thousand

rivers that
snake and etch the landscape.

Shell shocked,
dogs foxhole beneath beds.

As tenaciously
resisting the tug of the flood,

grass revives
and anchors the field’s slide.


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