July 10th - Storms & Poems

Here's my almost daily poem. 

Step into the dark, cool hallway.
Close the door on
heat of the day.
The dog greets me.

Time passes, the rooms grow darker.
Crepe myrtles move
back and forth in
the blowing winds.

The dog grows ansy as thunder
booms. She hears it
before I do.
We sit and wait.


The rain's here but quickly over,
The sun is out.
Dark clouds move south,
Hot summer day.