Out a Summer Window

A light rumbling calls my attention to the window where I can see the source of this interruption from the watermelon I was eating. I look out to the extended field Stretching farther then what I can see, with grass that is such a glossy green it looks like glass flexing to the wind’s beat. And joining this dancing are the leaves. The leaves of the three big trees on my left. They are all tall and thick and home to many scurrying things. But a glance to the west and I realize the source of these rumblings A dark cloud brewing in the distance But is coming closer to me. Its lightning is bright and quick Its clouds are large and heavy With an oncoming, Surely drenching, Summer rain.