Summer Storm

 The peanut leaves in the field behind the house glisten with the shimmer of the recent summer storm. Each leaf holding pearl drops of life within its fold.

The lightening crackled from heaven like fiery spears of intense heat, striking the earth with licking flames of fire.

The Thunder roared out of Zion like the voice of the Almighty who for His own reasoning had found displeasure in His creation.

The rain fell in a magnificent de3luge reminiscent of what would have created that great flood of antiquity. It was large, hard, pelting, rain; the kind of rain that soaks the clothing and wrinkles the skin; making you shiver even in the summer heat and humidity.

Suddenly, it’s gone. Though the sky is still dark, all is quiet. Not even the sound of the birds. Just the sound of the tap, tap, tap, of the remaining drops falling from the leaves of the pine tree on the old tin roof.

The grass is green and healthy, wet with the passage of the recent storm. The old dirt track that runs along the field is muddy and rivulets of water drain away to a place of their own.

Each small trickle embarking on a journey to parts unknown. Their journey may be seeking a ditch, stream, creek or a river.

Or, could it be that they settle and are drawn into the ground to be recycled by nature another day?

The thunder continues off and on. It grows evermore quiet and the storm travels farther away. Still there is the tap, tap, tap, of the drops of residual rain.

The sky across the field is lit by the fading light of the sun as it begins to wane. A soft haze falls upon the ground. The golden rays of the fading light, highlight field with a supernatural intensity. This is a Summer Storm through my eyes.  ~rlm