Rain, great torrents of rain,

turning roads into rivers

 streaming down the window pane.

…

Great crashes of thunder

accompanies that flash of light

that splits the sky asunder

…

Alas it’s over all too soon

but still I’m drawn outside

to stand amid the gloom

…

where all around

 I still hear the water

 as it sinks into the ground

…

but within the garden beds

plants, in sorrow, bow their heads

their flowers dashed to shreds

…

Thus behold the Storm

the awesome, but destructive, power

that deep within the summers heat is born.