It's Here

It's here. It's real.
The eerie color of the sky,
the constant pitter-patter of rain,
the low grumble of thunder.
It's here. It's beautiful.
The flash of lightning that lights up the yard,
just enough so that the barn becomes visible.
Outside your window you look,
mesmerized by the hail banging on the ground.
It's here. It's wonderful.
The sudden rush you get when a flash of lightning catches you off guard,
or when a loud BOOM of thunder takes your breathe away.
The calming sensation of the steady flow of water,
down the roof, into the gutter, and down the pipe,
so vividly radiated.
It's here. It's welcomed.
The ground cries out for moisture,
and the rain drops readily answers back,
flooding the yard with muddy hydration.
It's here. It's here.
A beautiful spring thunderstorm.