A sultry summer afternoon out west
while blackened clouds form over the Rockies.
Harbinger of coming relief from heat,
descending on sweaty joyless masses.
Astral whispers foretell of building winds,
dust devils scurry over the prairie
while lightening illuminate the skies
before natureís welling teardrops descend.
Thunder rolls on the heels of mighty Zeus,
heaven's clarion call sharply resounds.
The rushing deluge comes in soaking waves
while mortals dash to find puny refuge.
Enraged maelstrom ransacks defenseless earth,
typhoon-like winds howl through indigo skies.
Vengeful pellets of ice create havoc,
unbridled rage immobilizes all.
Vision obscured by celestial show,
suspends all manís irrelevant deeds.
But with no warning the fury subsides,
as the gods turn their gaze to new targets.
The waning storm moves on, its cleansing ways
renews parched earth and restores mortal souls.
Goddess Iris sends her beautiful gift,
tranquil rainbow signals temporal peace.