Erin Snedeker
Storm

Wind swirls the sweaty air
A scent, fresh and starry
Surfs wind to blanket the ground,
Floats above ground.
A storm is coming.
Sky builds monsters
In dark clouds, flickering,
Rumbling, warning
Of the torrent
And the tumult.
Wildlife flees, finds shelter.
"Hunkers down."
Shakes in time to the thunder,
Bows to crackling crown,
It knows who reigns.
Storm rages, screams, thrashes
Wildlife bent low in reverence,
Bends and startles shrubs and trees
All are washed clean as the storm moves on
And sighing, the grass glows green