Haibun Monday at dVerse, and summer solstice is upon us. Time for gardening, picnics and, in my part of the world, wonderful, rumbling thunderstorms. Submitted to dVerse June 21, 2021.
Dark clouds gathered on the horizon. The birds fell quiet, and small creatures scurried for cover. A rogue wind crested the hill, saddled the lightning and rode it, arcing through the dark clouds down to the valley floor. Deafening bursts of thunder rumbled up the valley and the trees bowed and thrashed in a frenzied macarena. Raindrops built to a steady downpour, and parched earth slaked its thirst, sending forth a fecund fragrance. After a time, distant thunder signaled that the storm had moved on, and a soggy silence fell over the valley.
Dark clouds foretell storm
Nature exerts dominance
Silence left behind