Clouds skating across the heavenly blue pond.
Winds swirling above slowly make their way down.
All of the foliage for as far as I can see
Softly applauding with each fresh chill breeze.
Avian citizens hopping and singing and chirping
Flitting and diving and flying and flirting.
Chimes now continuously jangling and pealing
Like a playground of children yelling and squealing.
Leaves on limbs waving and wildly flashing
A quiet crescendo of cymbals softly crashing.
From the north and down to the top of my attic,
The sky has turned sullen, leaden, monochromatic.
Breathing through a wet woolen blanket, I peer all around
The world has become still and close as silence abounds.
Then a clap felt inside your chest follows on top of the flash
Lightning like paparazzi, thunder a continuous car crash.
Across in the distance a smudge runs on a straight drawn line
As you get that first scent of soil, cedar, oak, rotten leaves, and brine.
Closer still, sheets of water advancing across in rows and ranks
Almost instantly filling up lakes, streams, rivers, aquifers, and tanks.
The noise and fury overtake us all
Nature is big and we are small…
The sun slides back, brightly beaming
Warming and drying, and gently healing.
Spring rain in Texas renews the land,
An eternal legacy for woman and man.
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