Clouds are roiling,
heat is boiling,
all the world does hold their breath
while they're trying safely guess
when lightning is about to snap,
followed by a thunderclap.
Then it happens, winds gain speed,
telltale sign of when to heed;
light is searing,
sound is tearing
open vessels way up high
travelling their routes through sky,
Soon thereafter, hear the patter,
raindrops in the dust will scatter,
bringing water - H2O -
to support our earthbound show.
renewal of our means to live
and of the promise they do give:
that all of us, if dame or knave,
do 'surf' on a much greater wave...