Poem: Summer Storm

Summer Storm

Mist grew over the mountains
the birds played in the sky
gliding along not flying
their wings opened
like tiny hang gliders
up and down they went
catching the streams of wind
I saw them come from afar
first one then two and more
bobbing in air not water
the storm behind them followed
the rain came down in torrents
beating on my window panes
and then like a dream
birds and water were gone!