Summer storms, cool and refreshing,
in the heat of day, such a blessing.
A strong breeze blows in, then leaves,
Bringing down all the old dries up leaves.
You can smell the moisture coming,
long before the storm, thunder rumbling,
it's going to be a big one. The rain has started,
Two large deer, across the yard darted,
Looking for shelter, moving so fast they were blurred,
Five feet tall, buck and a doe, leaning over as they turned.
Rain has stopped, break is over, back to work.
Clean the porch, paint the swing, clean up the woodwork.
Sun is out, deck hand rail is dry, I'll paint it green.
Thunder in the distance, not another one, this is mean,
give me thirty more minutes for the paint to dry,
all washed away, tomorrow I'll give it another try.