POET'S CORNER; A Storm in Summer

A Storm in Summer

When nights are their shortest and days are their longest

When the rays of the sun burn at their strongest

When we listen with glee to the bumble bee's hum

And in a riot of colour the butterflies come

Then does the sky lower its brows

Then does the rain darken the clouds

A gathering breeze chases sunlight away

And we know as we watch that a storm's on the way...

When birds flutter off and take to the trees

Singing their protest from the shelter of leaves

As the raindrops start falling, pitter-pat, pitter-pat

And the thunder starts calling, scaring the cat

Then does the lightening rip through the sky

Drawing our gaze up ever so high

And some little children tremble in fear

Hiding away, for the storm is now here!

As raindrops on roses sparkle and glisten

As rumbles of thunder lessen and lessen

As the sky-snake of lightening slithers away

And shy beams of sunlight come out to play

We watch as the rain falls lighter and lighter

And the sun creeps out, brighter and brighter

And the twitter of birds seems now to say

That the Sun God has won for the Storm's passed away.

By Marie Bruce