Written by: Kim dana Garcia©
Thunderstorms roaring only an echo away,
Raindrops tap dancing upon the old tin roof,
Cats scurrying for cover to find a dry place to stay,
The sound of dog's paws galloping up on the porch,
And the clanging of wind-chimes delivering their faithful proof, that another Summer storm will soon be blowing forth.
A slight cool breeze eases in through the screen as I sit by the window next to my bed,
I allow nature's way to slowly caress my warm face, and cool the sweat from my brow around my head.
It playfully whirls through my room in the late afternoon, tossing the drapes and my skirt to the side.
I welcome its touch, oh so much, as it chills the sweat and the heat from my thigh.
I smell the wet grass and the sassafras as the circling breeze quietly tickles my nose.
The discernible scent of honeysuckle and mint are downplayed by the flowering rose.
But fragrances from afar of magnolias and poplar linger longest after the rain.
And as I sit by my window with all my senses a flow, I'm awakened by the joyful tune the bluebirds sing.
Harmonious rhythm I hear and feel,
The soulful beat of late Summer's heat,
God's whimsical melody of His floral bouquet,
Choreographs the smells nature sings after the rain.