Summer storm

It's raining in the mountains.
The air's thick with gray clouds,
rolling across fields that stretch outward for miles.

Hot, storm breath rolls in,
reminiscent of waves dragging beach sand,
and the sun spots the distance between breaks in the clouds.

The wind roars.
Drizzles of cool rain
speckle the sun parched steps at my bare feet.

Wind-chimes stir gently.
The screen door behind me creeks on it's springs.

A storm is coming,
but all is still here,
while it's raining in the mountains. 

Reviews

[Frieda P]

You've painted a lovely vision here.

Hot, storm breath rolls in,
reminiscent of waves dragging beach sand,
and the sun spots the distance between breaks in the clouds

That could have stood alone and been outstanding...well done! :)

[Melissa Rose]

Thank you very much! =D I wrote it on my walk to worm, watching the rain come down on the mountains.

[Anas Reyad]

very nice specially when you say all still here, well done.

[Melissa Rose]

Thank you. :)

[Anas Reyad]

you really welcome