by Lucy M. Young
It moved in slowly from the West
Stealthily obscuring the sun.
The blue sky disappeared behind the dark and threatening clouds.
Lightning streaked across the blackness,
Thunder rolled and muttered,
Darkness deepened
Turning day to deepest twilight,
Evening shades beneath the trees.
Then came the rain -
A drenching, roaring deluge upon the parched dry earth.
The thirsty plants accepted it
And lifted grateful leaves like hands to God.
Reluctantly the storm released its grip upon the humid atmosphere
And drifted slowly on beyond the mountain
Woodsmoke and Cardamom 