I was up very early this morning due to the intense heat here and as an electrical storm hit I observed and wrote what dawned directly after it. It was a beautiful scene and I hope I have done it justice.
The Cleansing
After the storm, the ions fly
Blueness penetrates your eye
The quiet once she has passed
Such beauty now will not last
In vivid colours true and bold
A memory so pure to hold
Part of life restored and washed
The filth refined, spent, squashed
Freshness fills once dead a sense
My patience here is recompense
One voyeur of revitalised birth
As mother nature cleans her earth.
By Helen Stallard
20 July, 2014.
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