"Rumbling at the Dawn "

"Rumbling of the Dawn"

Greg Budig 2020

The coming of the dawn.

Opening my eyes something

didn't seem quite right. 

Through the thin curtains I

sensed a heavy darkness. 

The sky was textured 

like billowing fabric. 

Layers of charcoal and gray. 

I could smell the deep rain.

The fragrant breeze 

was intoxicating. 

Drifting through the 

slightly opened window, 

I let it surround me. 

I breathed in its richness 

and slumbered again. 

Then a distant rumble 

volleyed over the landscape. 

The trees seemed to 

answer as their soft 

leaves began to stir .

Swaying on the cool fresh 

wind, velvet green clusters 

whispered in the dark. 

The thunder then grew 

more urgently.  A flash 

of lightning arced and 

raced through the 

unsettled atmosphere. 

It branched out on 

electric fingers across 

burly gray sky.

I felt a strange excitement. 

Summer storms somehow 

affect me that way. 

I lay in bed listening,

waiting for the thunder 

to roll through the yard.

Then lightning illuminates

the morning air.

Rain began it's rhythmic 

dance on the roof above 

my head. Drumming 

softly to a monotone 

song, peaceful droning 

invades my tired brain. 

Eyes are closed. 

The storm passes by. 

I slip into a quiet sleep,

alone inside my bed. 

I gently drift into silent 

dreams to the rumbling 

of the dawn. 

The End