Signs and Thunders

It weaves when it comes.
Cloud on cloud gray a salmon swirl
shades rage in rapids of sky, unfurl
at first in a gentle fury...
a warning maybe of some urgent word
as the air swamps up and the grass sweats with what comes
the dogs run in a train, in herd --
well they know this din.
Thunder seems to chase them low
rolling up the lawn
and just that moment turned
deadbolt door the Ahab blowing in,
It claps!
Pours and pours and thankfully...
no wet paws,
us indoors.

It is hissing safe with the rainwhisper outside and they shake the safety in
more than raindrop off the hide
And we safely stroll through the inner rooms to go watch the storms outside,
from the safety of screened porch,
Wild Kingdom and I.

And hey what the muck
the sun came out
thunder just steamed away
everything got wet gold
and emerald out just before
the dying of the sun today.

Some have tea leaves
others, crystal ball
or pages from big Cook Book.
The Signs in none of those at all.
The Wonders are at Home.
And,
I have these little storms.