It’s been a while and some have missed you
the ground lies dry and wanting.
The deep growl you make lasts longer than I like, as the sound rolls by
and the light flashes so quick I’m blinded.
The grey mounds blend softly into the deep purple, the edges are almost black.
I watch as the sky fills with your darkness, a growl rolls by again,
Will the rain be soft or menacing, will it sprinkle or flood the valley,
These questions we cannot answer.
Only the dark sky can know how full she is and what wrath she will throw down,
I can only sit back, watch the sky grow darker and listen to the odd drum on the ground.