We have experienced two days of rain and it inspired this poem.

The Sky Is Low

Clouds rolling overhead

Dark and foreboding

Static in the air

Heralding the storm.

Clouds boiling

Lowering the sky

A flash of lightening

Then thunder booming

Heavy raindrops fall

Hit and splash

Blurred images

Through windowpanes

Dust turns to mud

Feathers and fur sodden

Leaves bent in submission

Drips turn to streams

The scent of rain

Refreshes the acrid heat

Dripping, splashing, cleansing

Welcome relief