Karl Wiener

A thunderstorm in summertime

 

The air is shimmering with heat,

attempts at chilling are in vain.

A panting dog strays through the street,

the song of birds has died away.

Limp leaves hang listless on the trees.

 

The sun sends on its westward way

last rays shrouded in mist.

Dark clouds are brewing in the sky,

a gust of wind raise up the dust,

far distant rumble thunderclaps.

 

All of a sudden falls a drop,

lightnings flash down to earth.

A cloudburst drums onto the roofs,

the gutter does not take the rain,

the ditch turns soon into a stream.

 

The storm has gone as it had come,

The leaves, they breathe again.

The birds take a refreshing bath

and then they fly to sleep.

The night is quiet and clear the air.

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 08/06/2020.

 

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