I’m glad my roof was overhead
As pouring rain from heaven shed
Gutters played a merry tune
While branches in an oak tree crooned.
On window panes droplets raced
Spider’s webs, glistened, laced
Sheltered under sills, secure
Awaiting their next fly to lure.
Weather’s such a fickle matter
High winds blow leaves scatter
Flooding rivers sodden ground
Thunder crashing all around.
When the wind and rain is past
Sunshine now its shadows cast
Stretching out on forest floor
Nature settles down once more.
Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )