Thunder Rolls

How the thunder rolls
About the hills.
Charcoal clouds
March along the valley
Split by the thunder crack 
Upon the slice of light.

I wait for rain.

The gathering roar
Of deluge sheets 
And then the rush,
The snowy streak
From mountain top
To dale.

And then the calm
The silver,
Of the moon 
Upon the lake
And the music 
Of the water
Falling
Into sleep time.

JL August 4 13:45