Summer storms

Photo Dave Hoefler – Unsplash

Where does thunder rumble?

Does it choose a place to be?

Or does it merely stumble

As it heads on out to sea.

Today it sounds like boulders

Rolling and grinding around

The heavens look much colder

As heat lifts off the ground.

I hope the farmers managed

To bring in all their crops

The harvest quickly salvaged

Before the rain could drop.

As a child I’d watch the sky

A flash, then count- one, two, three

How far away? Let the count be high

Four, five, six…was it out to sea?

The crash and rumble telling

The storm was miles away.

What was it we were smelling?

Sweet petrichor and hay.

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