Storm Brewing

Crashing against the Rocky Mountains
charcoal clouds promise hope
against rising temperatures
and the expanding drought.

Will the rains come
to his ocean of sand
before the drought
sucks the life
out of both man and animal.

We pray for rain--
waves of cleaning water--
to wash away the memory
of our thirst.

We watch the clouds--
like sailors watching for a lighthouse
in rough seas--
for the quick,
bright flashes of power indicating
the rains are coming.

We listen to the myths,
that say
if seagulls accompany
the clouds
we can expect
a rain storm.

Poet's Note: ▼

Line Count: 25
Form: Free verse
Prompt Words: lighthouse, hope, seagull, waves, sand, power, crashing, and clouds.
Written for "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest" 
Deadline August 8 2020.