The Perfect Summer Storm

The night sky,

Pitch black without the gentle warm glow of the moon.

The air is heavy,

Tense.

The animals await in silence,

Nothing moving.

Suddenly, a wind snaps.

And so it begins.

The thunder crackles,

Unleashing the heavy sound onto the dry air.

Silence falls,

But only for a second.

Lighting is close,

Flashing across the sky, but never landing.

More heavy crackles, then a flash.

A drop falls.

Slowly, hitting the ground and spreading.

Another, then another,

Falling faster, harder, spreading farther and farther.

The storm is here.

Crackles and flashes simultaneously,

Millions of drops cascading down.

The perfect summer storm,

Bringing life to the dead,

Bringing flourishment to the living.