The Cooling Cloudburst

As lightning bright's the meadow
And thunder dulls the air;
I feel it still,  
A stormy chill,
An aura everywhere.
 
I wander o'er the pathway
And paddle through the rain;
My bootheels squash
The squelchy wash
Along the puddled lane.
 
My face refreshed with teardrops
The clouds have wept from high;
They gently wet
My eyes and yet
They barely seem to cry.
 
I dance on midst the moisture
The hail sends down to earth;
I sense the beat
Beneath my feet
And sing for all I'm worth.
 
But then the fulgid sunlight
Warms the land once more;
I'm home to you
As I step through
A rainbow's archwayed door.
 
ASJ