The Shower and the Storm!

Watched by the Hare from high on the hill – the drips begin to drop,
The gentle scatter of the early droplets – decorate my top!
The summer shower applauds my welcome – drumming up my view,
Hastening with the announcement of overflow – releasing as they do!

Striking my arrival on the Midday hour – the Grove enjoys its taste,
Mother Nature opening up her senses and nothing goes to waste!
Our nearest neighbours flock for shelter – fast forward in retreat,
The Sun it dissolves the passing cloud and the shower is complete!

The Wood Pigeon claps as he leaves his seating a flow of rise and fall,
The Sun it warms and dries the surface as the birdlife makes a call!
Freshly painted Buttercups dance – with the Clover flowers and the grass,
To the tender tune of the softest breezes – caressing as they pass!

In the heat of the Sun the Dragonflies meander – discovery on a whim,
Weaving their flight paths of destiny – with their whirring on the wing!
The calling of Buzzards from high on the thermals – looking tiny to the eye,
The gliding tales of their far off visions in the blue print of the sky!

The Butterfly garden stands tall with competition – overgrown yet still it blooms,
With splashes of colour from Buddleja bushes full of nectar and its fumes!
A bed shared with nettles and numerous flower heads – with grasses and weeds,
With the sound of its mumbling and bumbling – with its scent and its seeds!

The fruit trees bend with a new found burden as they harbour life and growth,
Early is the swelling in this picture of passion – as the season takes its oath!
The Emmer wheat it sways and pricks its ears – with the dusting of their green,
Reaching for the Sun as it fulfils its potential – when Lughnasadh sets its scene!

Picking up the pace and pushing its presence – a concerted effort now ensues,
The building of the breeze steps up an octave and the trees proclaims the news!
The shading mass of the rolling cloud contorts – like a smoke of purple grey,
A distant call of a greeting thundered – like a herald that guides the way!

The darkness grows and shares its shadow like a blanket overhead,
Deeper grumbles of a closer nature – now shout what’s to be said!
A flash of lightning – bolts to dance a vision – on the far side of the hill,
Another closer – forks the ground – shattering the still!

The rain clouds peeling open with a purpose – as I retire to the dry,
The raging thunder roars above me – while the lightning hi-lights the sky!
A torrential downpour pounds my surroundings – with an-energy of power,
Soaking the earth inside an instant – stripping the petals from the flowers!

Watching from the door I share its splendour and muse at my report,
While an intrepid collection of House Martins – seem to see it as a sport!
Fighting their way against the tide of the elements – silhouettes against the grey,
On and on the rainstorm rumbles – the thunder slowly creep’s and sails away!

After what roughly timed as the staging hour – the storm it comes to pass,
Sliding away to the North Easterly – leaving a steady rain to wet the grass!
I ponder a moment the closeness of the air – and it gives me the chance to think,
Stepping out in my fetching jungle hat – I watch the Grove enjoy the drink!

As I gather up my thoughts and my kitbags – I prepare myself to leave,
The Hare on the hill carries on about his day – regardless with a weave!
As I slowly head away down the pathway with its vibrancy of green,
I feel the love of the force of water – and step out of where I’ve been!

oOo