CLOUD BURST

Spread eagle on the summer grass
Swaying in the passing wind,
I lie in wait of a summer storm
As clouds form on the horizon
As if pinned: they cannot move so instead they swell.
I await the moment when they burst,
The animals as well thirst for the rain and
Yet again the wind blows over me
Beneath the willow tree where I lay
Spread eagle on the summer grass
Pinned, waiting for the cloud burst.