Rumble of thunder in the sky
Perhaps some rain will fall by and by
Perhaps there will be lightning
And that thought is somewhat frightening
As the forests round about are tinder dry.
Hammer of rain above the ceiling.
We listen as the heavens begin peeling
By the time the flash is done
we can’t even count to one
before our motel room seems to be reeling.
Rattle of hail upon the road
As the clouds drop their moisture overload.
As along the way we go we see hail pile up like snow,
and we hasten home to reach our dry abode.
Splatter of rain obscures the view
as the wipers fight our vision to renew.
And the puddles on the road
hydroplane us and our load,
but at least there is no longer smoke in view.
After 32 years teaching in rural Yukon schools, Dan Davidson retired from that profession but continues writing about life in Dawson City.