My poem to share this week is an old favorite poem for mid-summer from a wonderful book of poems by James Stevenson:
SUMMER STORM
WHEN THE THUNDERSTORM COMES
PUNCHING ITS WAY THROUGH TOWN,
THE DOG STICKS HER NOSE UNDER THE SOFA.
ALL OF US FLINCH AS THE LIGHTENING HITS,
REVEALED AS CRINGING COWARDS IN THE FLASH.
RAIN HURLS ITSELF INTO THE STREET.
THE OLD HOUSE TREMBLES.
BUT EVERYBODY KNOWS
WHEN THIS LETS UP AND THE SKY TURNS BLUE,
WE’LL THROW OUR SNEAKERS OFF AND RACE
TO MUDDY PUDDLES DEEP AND WARM
AND KICK THE WATER BACK INTO THE SKY.
James Stevenson
Sweet Corn Poems