THUNDER CLOUDS

The thunder clouds rolled in like stately sailing ships
On a vivid deep blue sea,
The thirsting earth waited for the first lightening flash
To set all that rain free.
Waited for the clap of thunder that would echo far and
Make the torrents fall
And then revive every waiting thing, I wonder can the clouds
Hear their pleading call?
Every drooping flower, browning grass and all the creatures
Weakly see to cry,
Awake and split open those precious thunder clouds, come lower
Please don’t just pass us by.
The thunder rolled and lightening lit the earth now darkened
By the lowering clouds,
They seemed to have crept lower with strange shaped forms
Of life giving shrouds.
The stream seemed to come to life and grow in stregth again
To their full maturity.
And all nature seems to sing a hymn of gratitdue for the rain
Had set them free.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 19 April 2006