BLESSING AND GRATITUDE

After midnight
I step outside
into the quiet
of darkness.
I watch and listen.
I see
great flashes 
of lightning
illuminating the desert;
hear great roars
and rumbles of 
cracking thunder.
Such power,
such unpredictable beauty.
I feel very small
amid this power and strength.
I'm only a small part
of this great world.
There is something
far greater than I am.
I'm grateful to be
a part of this universe,
blessed by it. 


     Happy Sunday.  I hope you enjoy your day and have fun writing your own poem today.
Have fun.

Thunder

Rain rushes

with a crack

a crash

and a rumble.

Clouds are heavy

and dark

with lightning's

grumble.

      It is monsoon season in the desert.  Late in the afternoon we get winds, heavy clouds and then deluges
of rain.  The roads are washed out.  In an instant, the dry creek beds fill with gushing water.  Then a short while later, it is all gone.  Many of the plants that were turning brown are now sprouting green leaves and the ridges in the Saguaro cacti are spreading as the plant takes on water to store.  What would you like to write about today?