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.

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