Nature's Perils

Nature’s Peril

It was the stormy season
On the west coast.
Brilliant flashes of lightning
Showed the promise of clouds with
Drops of rain that would
Give the parched land a welcome drink.
Forest Ranger Woodson, with eyes like a
Hawk peered through binoculars
To catch any drifting smoke
That would hint at trouble.
Round boulders stood out
Like full grown mushrooms
On a verdant lawn.
Thunder rumbled.
The ominous sounds echoed in the distance.
The enormous woods showed a
Kaleidoscope of colors
Of nature in her continual waiting
To get better, after her drink of water
Or the destruction from lightning’s work
Begun a scorching spear of flame.