Dreams of Thunder

Thunder rumbles across the plains. A breeze suddenly stirs Blowing leaves before it. The breeze dies down, The leaves settle, All is normal again. Again the thunder rumbles, There are no clouds in the sky. The breeze stirs again, This time bringing just the hint of moisture in its arms. Thunder rumbles a third time, Far to the east, clouds begin to build. The breeze has grown stronger, Pulling more with it as it rushes though. Suddenly, all is still. The swirling leaves drop and every thing seems to hold its breath. To the east the clouds have grown, And are moving closer at an alarming rate. A rush of wind, A crash of thunder, The sky is suddenly full of rain. Sheets of water come crashing down, Flooding a land that has been dry for weeks. As quickly as it started, the rain passes, Leaving in its wake a land magically transformed. The plants, beaten down by the sudden rain, begin to straighten. A splash of color appears, then another, and another. Looking out over the plains, A new land appears. Colors of all hues spring forth from the land A triumphant celebration, rejoicing in life. To the west, following in the storms wake, A rainbow shines, giving promise to the land.