School Rants #1

Thunder rolling across the sky.
Lightning lighting up in brilliant flashes.
Purple clouds moving so slow.
Standing beneath in the cool Spring air.
The Cold Rain falls upon my face.
Memories of being a child running around,
Sliding in the mud.
As the rain pours on me,
The thunder softly rolling in the background.
Lulling me to sleep, the gentle rain splashes against the ground.
Hearing it drip off the leaves.
April shower do bring May flowers.
Urging them to come and blossom.
Feeding off the rain and sunlight that soon follows.
The lightning stops.
The thunder slows, rumbling in a distant.
Soon the rain stops to fall.
The purple clouds move on.
The sun is out.
Shining down, drying off the ground,
Soaking into the flowers that soon will blossom.