Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay
A prairie rainstorm
In the middle of summer
Slow and lumbering
Meanders across the land
Shrouded in dark cloud cover
~Cie~
This poem is part of the Grover series, honoring the first place I've ever felt like I could call home since childhood. I don't feel like a temporary tenant when I'm there, I feel like this is where I live.
Please visit me, Ghost Town Grover, and Cactus Clem at the Good Stuff From Grover website!
This poem has earned the Cactus Clem Seal of Approval!
Cactus Clem sez: "I shore do like when it rains! As a Cactus Man or may be a Man Cactus, I am always thirsty!"
Beautiful!! We are experiencing extremely hot and humid weather here and could use a little rain.💖💖
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem. I can see the storm as it lumbers across the prairie. Good job! Kanzensakura is Toni Spencer.
ReplyDeleteThere are some cool/ slightly terrifying pictures of a cloud burst over my town in a recent rain storm. But that dark shroud was greeted with relief, because it finally broke the heat wave.
ReplyDeletemid-summer rainstorms build and lumber indeed, most especially across the plains and prairies ... I like the weight of this here, in the piece, it carries itself in the words -
ReplyDeleteFabulous imagery, Cie! I have never seen a prairie in real life, only in pictures, on film or television, and certainly not a storm. You've brought it to my front door with your slow, lumbering rains clouds, rather like dinosaurs. :)
ReplyDeleteI could visualize it clearly — a vividly painted image! :-)
ReplyDeleteLove it, Cie. I like clouds and try to play American Indian with them, reading intentions and much much more. My Sunday blog, a short ditty, deals with that. http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2019/07/clouds-weekend-mini-challenge-poem.html
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Summer storms are a hot mess. I live in Texas and we're in hurricane season. Always looking at the weather.
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