Sunday, August 29, 2010

A Summer Thunderstorm

The land is parched and dry
beneath the summer sun
and one might question,
why its been so long since rain
has spattered softly in the dust
until the droplets blend
in numbers large enough to
soak the crust and run in rivulets
steaming in the heat with
pitter, patter beat
backed up by lights
behind gray clouds
and roar of distant tympani?

First pianissimo, then forte
as the lightning cymbals crash
and drum roll thunder shakes
the core.

The howling wind joins in
for harmony and takes the
movement down to pianissimo
once more
then fades to blue.

Dennis Price


  1. Oh Heavens! What a lovely lovely piece!

  2. Thanks Sandy. "Oh Heavens!" is the perfect comment for a poem about thunderstorms.

  3. perfect. poem and photo, I miss the thunderstorms of Eastern OK.


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