Summer Storm

How the world can change before one wakes!
In an instant, the sun and moon change stakes,
While the trees and the grass, with firm handshakes
Buffet the sky and the silvery lakes.

‘Gainst such a ruckus, the earth is not fit.
Its not for the wind a moment to quit
‘Neath the tow’ring, bill’wing, loftily lit,
She pummels the scape in unanswered sprit.

But right in the midst of the dreadful throes,
Angry, she came, yet so kindly she goes.
We look from the hills, no longer her foes
While she swims into the sky in repose.