Summer thunder storm

The air is full of swallows
cross it up and down
and the late afternoon is humid
and thunderclouds hang heavy.

Lightning bolts falls clapping
out of black clouds
and there’s a cold wind
that blows for a while.

Big drops buzz down
and the road steam
while water fall down in buckets
and the fresh smell
of rain and sand
is everywhere.

poem by Gert StrydomReport problemRelated quotes
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