The thunderstorm has broken peace in the old garde

The thunderstorm has broken peace in the old garden.
Tree's leaves are trembling from the wind strong sudden squalls.
The sky has thickened colors, summoning ink clouds.
It seems they're going to fall down on dried up earth.

Fine sand is swirling in the wind enormous crater.
It looks magnificent and charms, forcing to gaze.
And in these moments everyone once lose the scare
of sudden lightnings, birthing in the heaven space.

And the dried earth is ready to get falling water.
It's falling onto branches of the full garden trees.
A young frail cherry-tree* has put thin branches bit lower.
They've rich the ground near its grass-hidden feet.

They're touching the hot ground and an alarmed hedgehog
lefts its deep-sodden burrow to check what smashes peace.
New lightnings fill all air with the ozone savor.
The sky is brighter bit. The storm will end indeed.

                by Thea Ariss
                04.07.2026 - 06.07.2026
cherry-tree* - черешня