Thunder rumbles across a low steel blue sky.
Light rain gives no hint of the downpours
of early afternoon.

A startled duck bursts from a temporary pond,
flies for the safety of the nearby field.
The cat stalking it’s dinner is defeated.

Storm flattened grass reveals the finicky
nature of wind. Sophie sniffs at ground
squirrel holes, never meeting the occupants.

Helicopter seeds litter the air like the
attack of a thousand enemies whirling and
searching for a target to strike.

The breeze blows the seeds, the grass,
and Sophie’s fur. It bends the brim of
my hat as we walk through the wet day.