The air’s thicker… hotter… stickier
The sunlight is just getting through…
Surreal darkness fills the afternoon
As the weather chooses what to do.
The wind is slight and welcome
Although the breeze is hardly there
The trees are braced, the birds hidden,
They know what’s in the air.
A distant rumble… A flash of light
And the sky is hidden
As though it’s night.
Thunder booms overhead
Raindrops freshen – it must be said –
Lightning forks across the sky…
The clouds roll and swirl above…
It rains and stops and rains some more
Even heavier than before…
More thunder claps and lightning streaks
Then sunbeams filter through the clouds
Bright blue skies appear once more
The rain stops, a rainbow glows,
The warm sun appears as before
The thunder’s passed – it has moved on…
It’s odd, this weather; these summer storms
As quickly as they start, they’re gone…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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