Clouds roll from the west
Laden with precious cargo.
Slake the mother’s thirst.
This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #134, poet’s choice of words. I wrote this to celebrate coming storms, the dog days of summer where rain comes and soaks the ground. I love the afternoon and evening storms, the lightning and thunder, the pounding taps of warm rain on the windows.
I guess I could do without the hail, haha!