Sullen clouds,
shuffling,
scraping
their underbellies
on the tree line,
spilling rain.
They dredge
the tang of summer’s
possessive heat.
Twin moans of
thunder
and I am
wet with peace.
Gerald the Writer
Poetry, essay, and prose, oh my!
Sullen clouds,
shuffling,
scraping
their underbellies
on the tree line,
spilling rain.
They dredge
the tang of summer’s
possessive heat.
Twin moans of
thunder
and I am
wet with peace.
Gerald the Writer 
Love your word pictures, Jerry. Makes me see and feel what it must be like out there for my husband and crew on the Chicago-Mac race.
“Dredge the tang of summer’s possessive heat” — great picture.
Thank you for sharing! Blessings, Teresa
Thanks Theresa. It’s still coming down here in Kazoo. I would love to see what sailors do in pouring rain. Happy Sunday!