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 )