No Wind

The prairie cries out in thunderous refrain

‘Bove the silence that settles in on the plain

To make us aware of some coming event;

Beauty or power, the same signal’s sent.

It may seem a subtle message to send,

But watchful are we when we see there’s NO WIND.

The clouds’r risen in the warm summer sky.

Thunderheads build’n up five miles high;

Then again Mother Nature keeps her word.

Before the first crack of thunder is heard;

Before the soil receives water to mend,

The rain is foretold and, again there’s NO WIND.

Now, blues and pinks are arranged on a stage

In a display of beauty to contrast the rage.

Birds, crickets and locusts join in

As the coyote choir begins’n blends in;

The closing act to a day’s perfect end.

The setting’s just right because there’s NO WIND.