Summer Storms

 

Summer Storm

(A Whitney Poem)

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Thunder rolls In evening sky,

Drenching rains,

Nature clashes,

Light flashes,

Frightening souls

While wet wonder passes by.

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Thirsty fields

Drink in their fill.

Rain waters

Make rivers swell.

Once again

Great plenty yields,

The cycle of renewal.

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Author Notes Storms can be frightening, but they are neccessary. This poem is a set of two Whitneys. A Whitney has a fixed syllable count of 3/4/3/4/3/4/7 in 7 lines. This photograph is of a developing summer storm on Lake Superior, taken by the author in September, 2011.