The Desert Storm

A flock of foam
In the azure dome
A little cloud appears

In lightening arrayed
With a thunderous display
It grows and draws near

Cumulus formations
On a westward migration
Cover the desert sky

Dark shadows below
Across the sand they go
Like a ghostly army rushing by

From their burrows they come
To see the demise of the sun
Lured by the promise of rain

The coyotes yelp in dismay
Then scurry away
As thunder roars and complains

With heavy thuds
Bullets in the dust
The rain pummels the sand

The desert’s thirst is slaked
The earth trembles and shakes
A million footprints lie across the land

In the blink of an eye
The rain subsides
In its aftermath new life begins to grow

The desert storm rolls by
Through the valley from side to side
Rumbling farewell as it goes