Today I ran across an old poem and decided it could use some slight revising. And a title.
Actually I don't like the title I gave it. But I couldn't think of anything else.
The Storm Clouds
Thunder rumbles rumor overhead
The air, hot and weary
The sky, gray and wandering
It’s melancholy, like me
The rumbles pass and don’t return
Oh, please don’t shudder over some other land
Darken the sky
Let it weigh heavy until-
For the rain to come pouring down
To satisfy this thirsty ground
To drench me deep from head to toe
And breathe life into the tired air