The branches of the large tree out front
as the purple clouds filled with thunder
slowly pushing past the rooftops.
The air is eerily quiet.
Shadows move in
darkening the street and gardens.
A faint breeze stirs
lifting the leaves
and turning them silver.
A low rumble shudders across the town
travelling between the walls.
And then the fat raindrops start,
slowly splashing intermittently on fences,
followed by the inevitable heavy downpour of shimmering, droning rain,
mezmerizingly streaking down the windowpane.