The Storm

As the ground swelters under the noon day sun, I stop my work and welcome a cool breeze of the approaching storm.

My body shudders with delight as the sweat leaves my skin and I thank the North wind.

I lay my hammer down and look up to see the black clouds approaching as the sun winks at the earth below.

In the distance I hear the rumbling of the heavens as the thunder plays its song once again.

The sky turns from blue to grey as the clouds cover the heavens to the storms delight.

The wind starts to swell as the thunder rumbles and echoes in the not to distant valleys and coves.

The trees sway to and fro as the wind sets its crescendo accompanying the heavens above.

I stop to Smell the air how clean it becomes as the storm makes its final approach.

The aroma fills my body with delight.

I run for cover as the rain pelts the ground leaving a tapestry of wetness for all to see.

The steam bellows from the pavement as the earth quenches its thirst.

I listen as the road hisses and a fine mist of white fills the air.

Rain and wind abound.

I watch as the rain plays with the north wind and mother nature cleans the land.

The thunder and lighting play in time as the storm passes over head.

The skies start to clear and the sun peeks through the clouds.

Another storm has passed my way again.