summer thunder heralding its coming,
gutters singing with the water's running,
sun's warmth still hovering
between the drifts of slightly cooling breezes
Five minutes and it's gone -
subtle rumbles still retreating,
the highway sounding louder from its wetting,
and the end-of-summer smells -
dried grass, and mammal,
mix with the newer scent of dampened soil,
unpredictability now predictable
here at the cusp of autumn.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 2, 2023
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