A rumble in the distance was heard ...

As frogs, birds, deer and squirrels stirred

Making their sharp noises almost as loud ...

As the thunder, looming over the crowd



Causing the walk in the park to be abrupt

As rain spatters under hot sun did erupt

And the dense humidity dissipated ...

Clearing the air, becoming so elated



The storm (which hit us hard) has now passed

Slowing stickiness (no longer a task) ...

And the sun, now glistens, on wet leaves

As quietness overtakes rumble, ceased



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

6:55pm Thurs. June 18th, 1998