Summer Storm

Text:

© Grathy
The swelling of the sky has started.
Soon it will be here,
When the clouds furrow their brows,
And pout at the lands below.

Again, they are upset at something.

Their anger builds
Until they can hold it no more.

I hear them growl
They bellow
From far away at first,
As they cluster closer,

And start to sob
From the heavy weight
Of holding
Dark tears gathered
Throughout the day.