Summer storm

I waited until the storm dropped

pearls of rain on my lap-

I watched little birds swim

in a vast gray sky.

The lightning streaked across

like jagged lines of heart-beats.

Thunder, rolling and grumbling

echoing over the hills and valleys.

I chose to remain.

If I could,

I would remain forever.

 

Published by theyogicgarden

Writer, gardener, yogi

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