The moving deep blue – to fast incoming metallic clouds
As the wind takes shape
The summer’s day disappearing
A storm brews – people watching in awe
for the electric current to pass through
On a mountain top
Everything is immobile, except for
Birds dancing their composition of intelligent movement
Catching insects, delighting in the harsh kiss of a breeze
Gentle goes the rain at first
Then what an electric party
The forked lightning seen on top of the hill
with thunder clapping from all around
The rain falls heavily on the endless rolling hills
Slightly parched, more from wear and tear
Then the angry sun’s beat
This is a summer’s day in the middle of nowhere
Leading to somewhere
Serene filled with lush green rolling hills
Clouds so close – you could touch them