Summer Storm

Out of nowhere
The wind blew sans merci
Hot, hard and fierce
Birds squawked --
Swooping and diving
Pushed around in the air currents --
Nearly indistinguishable
From the trash and debris
Swirling in the sky
Against dark, grey, angry clouds
That came from every direction
And nowhere in particular
Triple digit heat kept most folks inside
Except for the cars –
Fighting against that wind
To stay on course
Moving down the highway that cuts through
This little dusty town --
Were soon pelted
By rain falling hard and fast
Angry rain in a surprise assault
Furiously slamming everything
With a million tiny fists
Before stopping
Just as suddenly
Moving on down the highway
To the next sleepy desert town
In need of being taken down a notch