Summer Storm

The summer storm has come. It’s here.
The clouds are grey and gathering
The distant drums have now come near
The rain has started pattering

First lightning flashes in the sky,
Then grumbling thunder rumbles by
Both form the percussion band
A spark-lit call, its echoing reply.

The rain, the melody unfolds
And pours in sheets upon the pavement.
The grass and potted plants rejoice
Nodding in their green amazement.

And yet, it doesn’t fill my heart with force
To leap and bound, with running starts
In fact
It does the opposite of that

My heart has stilled, and filled with rain
The petrichor, the sound, the gentle grey
And I'm just happy sitting here.
The rain has washed away.