Clouds billow on the horizon
like silent explosions in the sky
a hint of thunder,
lightning and rain
perhaps, later in the day.
Air pressure changes
forcing young children to shout,
old folks to groan,
mother’s to cry,
and fathers to lose their temper.
The rumble erupts,
lightning flashes,
fire scorches grass and cactus
field critters scurry before
large wet drops fall to the earth.
Steam rises from the roadways,
single drops turn to hail,
flash floods wash the streets.
Up in the sky a rainbow
reflects rays from the afternoon sun.
Children come out to play in puddles,
old folks sweep down sidewalks,
mothers bake cookies,
and fathers order pizzas.
The clouds disperse along the horizon
in the evening stars twinkle
and all is quiet again.
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