On my front porch swing contemplating a rhyme
close by Sparrows chirp aloud killing time
Sparkling White sand covers Pensacola beaches
a Woodpecker's tapping for tidbits he beseeches

Rolling Thunder from afar shakes the sky
ominous lightning strikes violently near by
Wind brings about a whistle from the trees
leaves begin flapping in the gusting breeze

At rain approaching I can only stare
so close the smell permeates the air
A chorus of frogs' disperse piercing sound
rain fades leaving behind saturated ground

Birds scurry for morsels they most like to eat
surfacing insects always an appetizing treat
Sprinkling lingers as Sun returns from away
a Rainbow sums up this rainy afternoon day

Nature is indubitably the home for Zen
all things breathtaking she takes part in