A Sonnet to the First Thunderstorm of the Summer

April 16th, 2026

From out of nowhere you came like a horse:
All suddenly the sky was cloaked in clouds.
They billow in unrest, upturned by force
Like dust from hooves; something's on the prowl.

Dark'ning quickly, a flash of light enflames--
Those ominous, quiet rumbles now make sense.
What once was bright is now unduly drained.
The wind is blowing, signals something hence.

Until the anvil cracks no drop of sun
Will make it to me. Now the storm's begun...