Poetry

Rain Storm

As I sit on the concrete,
I wait for rain. Not just a mist,
Or a sprinkle,
But a hard pouring rain storm.
It has been to long with the skies
Dark and cloudy, and the earth thirsty.

As the bolt of lightning
Illuminates the dark sky,
The rain starts hitting the ground.
Steam rises from the burning pavement,
While worms slither through the
Soaked grass.

Running through the wind,
Twirling through the rain,
The earth is now happy.
The rain changes to a light fall,
Which makes it quieter.
The excitement has ended,
And it might be a while until the
Earth is relieved again.