Low rumbling approaches.
The wind starts racing through the night
Then suddenly stops.
Hushed silence.
Light illuminates everything. Crack.
Everyone heads for the front door.
Then they hear the first few drops softly falling on tree branches.
Then it really starts,
and sheets,
then buckets,
of waterfalls from heaven descend.
They must go out and be a part of this magnificent symphony
of smell, sound, and splashing delight.
Puddles everywhere
filling the lawns and streets with streams.
Quickly
run out into the middle.
Let all watching know we were here today
making a ruckus
along with the thunder.
This poem was inspired by an illustration by Rachel Joy Osterman. You can look up her work here https://www.etsy.com/people/rjodesigns
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