by brian francis
When rainbows cast across the sky
Like great and colorful, flying buttresses
For the storms of summer’s evenings
When Lightning flashes bold and bright
Alighting clouds and singing nature’s roar
Reaching to the ground; a screaming hiss
When the air you breathe seems alive
With the vitality of heroic clashes
As the clouds swirl and toss above
That is when the desert comes alive
The monsoon calls in ancient song
As life unfolds embracing the storm
The nurturing of the gods gives birth
As flowers reaching grasp at the sun
And all life in the desert lives brightly
Copyright ©2020 brian francis
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