A flash in the dark

 Waves of rain

      pour down

           from the sky,

                hammering on

               the windows.

          The hazy grey

        night sky is

 free of clouds

     yet  the  rain

        still falls. Barren

               trees  glisten

                    under  the

             full moon, coated by

     heavens tears.          The grass

 is matted                      and the

   soil soaks             the water

         in like             a  sponge.

                                    Tongues of

                                           Spidery

                                          lightning

                                       flash

                               across the sky

                    and the        ear splitting
            cracks and              rolls of

         thunder                         are all that
  can be                                       heard.

plants                                         and trees

    bend                                  to the will

        of the                                forceful

             wind,                                chilling

          and                                        cold. How

   greatly                                     the world changes

under heavy                     clouds, and          despite it all,

 I find        that                       beauty                is       uncovered

     in                                                     this        thunder       storm.                                             

Natures Tears (Su/M/20/11, revised)

I 

watch

 beads of

 rain roll down

 the window pane,

they  look  like  glass

 pearls jutting out from  the

 cold  glass. After  a  while,  the 

droplets   turn  into  a   haze,  like 

clear  glue  sliding  down  the  surface.

 Outside, water courses through the empty 

streets. I breathe in the faint smell of ozone

 in a  heavy  rainfall. Taking   in   the  dark 

beauty;  seeing   the   deep   color   of

 the   cloud   filled   sky,  and   the 

grey,   cold    mist     that

 surrounds  me.

Earth Bound Stars

In  the  late   night  sky,

early morning,The smoky grey fog    

hangs   thick  in   the  air, And  morning  

dew begins to transpire. Like a gypsies orb, 

or  beads  of glass. Liquid pearls untouchable, 

sprinkled  across the cropped grass, sticking 

 to the  blades  like  stickers. They  reflect 

the moon  hung high in the  blackness,

sparkling   under  the glimmering

 diamonds  of  night.

Summer

she lies in a weedy green meadow, twirling a blade of grass 
between her fingers. a soft, warm wind passes through, 

causing little green clovers to bend, and the fluffy 

white weeds to sway. knocking the 
morning dew off their 
leaves and 
stems,

picking 
a dandelion, she 
closes her eyes, makes
a wish... and blows 
the seeds 
away.

she drops the stem and lays down, sinking in 
the cool grassy bed,watching the clouds 

go by. she sees swirls and rabbits, 

drifting in the ocean like sky.

she tears her eyes away,

resting her imagination,

and looks back to the 
clover field. she spots 

a  four  leaf  clover,

rising above the rest.

she reaches out to the plant,

lifts it by the roots, and leaves the clover field behind. 
holding the little plant in her cupped hands,walks home under a velvet sky...