Summer Storm

The angry rain sent rivers down the street
And washed away all remnants of the heat
As thunder shouted orders to the sky
And broken leaves and branches on the fly

Left traces on a stained glass window pane.

My heart beats raced within the pulse of rain
That flattened pansies in a window box
And left a tangled mess of broken stalks.

At, three years old, he gave a shout of joy.
A storm is magic to a little boy
Who's safe and warm with daddy at his side.
He sees adventure, not a need to hide.

© 2010  Pam H. Murray