The slapping sound,
the rain makes,
as it pounds on the side walk.
Drumming along on the windows' of houses.
Beating on cars,
racing down streets.
Flooding,
mudding,
sloshing on trails.
Rivers, lakes and valleys,
over flowing.
The clap of thunder,
makes the floor shake,
the whole house rumbling,
as if it were coming alive.
The storm slowly ends.
The pitter-pattering sound turns,
to a soft,
delicate,
mist.
The clouds part,
making way to show off an endless golden path,
straight towards the setting sun.
Swirls of pink, purple and blue,
remain in the sky.
Parts of a rainbow begin to show.
The colors splashed onto the sky,
like an artists painting on a canvas,
of a beautiful day.