La Tormenta

Still and hot
Hotter still
The land awaits
All falls silent.

Wind stirs the needle pines
Wind cools the stifling air
Dark cloud upon the hill
Black cloud looms above.

Flash across the darkened sky
Trees sway in freshened breeze
Boom of thunder echoes wide.

Spots fall upon the dust
Water upon the arid land.

Electric blue across the sky
Forks reach out, whitening
And with the roar above
Rains the torrent down.

Copyright ©2008
Martin Delemare
23rd August 2008