08 July 2014

Summer Storm

It’s awfully dark
for mid-afternoon,
the sun’s power
muted by a dull
grey.  The strength
of the storm
has moved on,
grumbles of thunder
carelessly tossed over
its shoulders as
it exits the valley.
Birds dart and swoop
again, dodging raindrops.
Syncopated drips score
the window, open
to admit the chilled
breeze perfumed with
bruised mint and basil.

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