Storm over a Pond

Storm over a Pond

drip...drop...drrrump
A dark, lone, afternoon cloud
And the smell of early summer,
Drippidy, drip, drop
Drippidy, drip, drop,
The wind picks up and whistles,
The rain gathers pace,
drip, drop, drip, drop,
A canon roars from heaven
The sun disappears into an
Eerie yellow and green,
The rain becomes a
Symphony at full speed,
With thunder and lightning adding texture,
The pond dances and roars
Drinking deep of the rain.