Wordless Wednesday

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Distant Thunder

I look up to the skies

Sapphire blue stretches

Feathers of white scatter about

My eyes search for storms not there

My ears hear thunder still

Cool wind hints of moisture

It stirs humid stagnant air

Faint smells are carried to me

I know it but it still eludes identity

Still I hear distant thunder

The dryness of the soil calls

It speaks in cracks and groans

Once fertile harbor for floral beauty

Slowly the green leaves the landscape

It hopes it hears thunder

Forgotten Rain Gods watch on

Helpless as they are now nameless

Their tears no longer flow to the ground

Theirs is a hope that nature answers soon

They feel the distant thunder

Still I stare at the blue sky

Depth without substance again

I do not wish to curse the light again

My heart waits without patience

For that distant thunder

Nature Cries

Rain falls like tears

Soft splashes almost caress

Birds sing undercover of trees

Leaves glistening in overcast light

Rising smell of Earth

Breathing freely from dust

Wholesome color chases pallid crust

Flowers stands tall pedals fully back

Gentle rain soothes air

Breezes find their way forward

They wrap around all there is

Blistering Sun hides while life dances

Still falls light rain

Restoring what is needed

Watering future dreams and hopes

Begging you to dance within it touch