Desert Rain

A roll of thunder

A drum roll of sound

The wind stirs up, then dies down

The desert rain is coming.

Tage brush and rocks, cool and wet

Smaller raindrops, then the large

Raindrops growing, pulse getting high

Tempo increases, the storms on the verge

Lightning flashes, explosions in the sky.

A wild enjoyment of an ever darkening world.

The subtle beauty of an ever changing schene.

Larger drops falling-slowly at first,

A slow tempo begins

Now the clouds burst.

A symphony of sound

The winds ever changing

Thunders like the clash of cymbals

The pulse gets slower-slower

Murmuring a memory of its former night

Only memories remain, but the scent still lingers.

A quiet silence, and all becomes still.