The sun is still shining but the air is heavy and impending
like a pregnant belly waiting to relieve its cargo.
Thunderclaps can be heard in the distance
far away still, but fast approaching.
Blue skies are soon covered by dark grey ominous clouds.
Fat round drops of rain slowly hit the pavement
making Rorschack Tests where they land.
Without warning the sky suddenly lets loose a torrent of condensation.
The rain beats down on the rooftops and tree leaves
soaking those souls who left their umbrellas behind.
Thunder crashes and brings this musical to a crescendo.
The sun tries valiantly to hold its position and peaks out intermittently through the clouds
a ray of hope in a dense wet curtain.
Not to be outdone the sky once again let's out a mighty roar
flashes of lightening strike and enforce its stronghold.
This violent dance continues with no end in sight.
Unexpectedly the clouds begin passing
like a traveler who stops for a coffee and a smoke but knows the journey is ongoing.
The rain drops have lost their tempo
and the thunderous beat soon fades to silence.
Only the cool breeze and soggy pedestrians betray this fleeting summer visitor.