The Last Storm of Summer

The Last Storm of Summer

Ominous sky,

Beautiful day,

Weather coming on the horizon,

I hear the storm,

Lightning in the distance,

Feathered plumes of rain in the distance,

And, now a drop upon my face,

I smile,

With my fingertip I swipe face to make sure it’s real,

You can feel the weather change,

It was nice an hour ago,

It has gotten rather cold,

Finish the chores,

Time to go inside,

What a joy to see,

Bring it on,

The last storm of the summer.

Peter Lowell Paulson

September 9, 2014