Hawks

I hear thunder
somewhere in the distance where
sound waves bounce off the sky,
an echo? a cry from the heavens?
a sign that this fine day is coming to its end?

It was good while it lasted
drenched in the sunshine
but the time has now come
to run,
to get out from the downpour
but
it was good and who could
ask for more.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.