Summer Storm

It’s awfully dark

for mid-afternoon,

the sun’s power

muted by a dull

grey.  The strength

of the storm

has moved on,

grumbles of thunder

carelessly tossed over

its shoulders as

it exits the valley.

Birds dart and swoop

again, dodging raindrops.

Syncopated drips score

the window, open

to admit the chilled

breeze perfumed with
bruised mint and basil.