Tranquil

Heavy is the dust. It's all right, because the rain is going to pound it down.

You don't want to utter a sound.

 

Mud in your toes, listening to the crows.

Wind in the grass, gusting so fast.

 

Hearing the thunder fills me with harmonic wonder.

Run under the tin shed. The cows are being fed.

 

Hearing the hail, I'm told to fetch a pail.

Look at the sky light up, as I fill my cup.

 

Quiet breeze flowing, calm and composed, at last it's all past.

Reviews

[Stefanie Holmes]

I love the sound of a thunderstorm... I felt as if I were in the middle of one while reading this poem. Wonderful job!

You very last line 'quite' should be spelled 'quiet'

~Stefanie

[Jess K]

Thanks for the review, I will get that changed.

[Bri 810]

I love the rain and storms. This makes me think of how I feel when a storm comes through. Good write.