Violent thunderous autumn storms, the kind that kill the heat.
They crack across the milky sky & wake you from your sleep.
Early, every afternoon & then they go all night.
Heat begins to wither from eves which nibble at daylight.
Cool wet mornings breach the dawn before high noon dries them out.
Though the heat still wins the day, it has lost its nightly bout.
So, on & on, the night eats day; while tempests fuel the chill.
Chill you smell upon the wind, cutting summer heat’s standstill.
After lightening laden, soaked midnights; a promise wreaths the morn…
“Ready thyself for seasons’ change-these squalls are autumn’s horn.”
L.B.Stowe 