In the wake of ragged storms
That shivered and shook
And took my breath away
Are the mumblings, and the grumblings
Distant and humbling
A purring satisfaction
Of power spent in good measure
To break the massive grip
That hotly, tightly
With sticky beads of sweat
Clutched the throat
Like some riotous thief in the night
Strangling the sweet pleasures of summer
Now free the air lifts and dances
With joyous exuberance
Ah sweet rain
Poetry and Verse 