First Rain

Rain taps at the ground. I wonder what's that sound,

Growling overhead?
There's a grey marching o'r the sun;
The air is warm, an interruption has begun.

Leaves waver at the sigh of a warning breath, a mourning cry.
What is this that howls?
There's a fear riding on the breeze;
Like the beasts before I think it's time that I retreat.

What is this?


Thunder marrs the silence;
Lightning scars the air.


Rain drums as the ground. Thunder's shout resounds
Through this shattered air.
My heart sprints as I run.
My mind is fear; O Lord, I am undone.

What is this?


Thunder marres the silence;
Lightning scars the air.
Thunder marres my laughter
Lighting scars the air.