Cloudburst

voluptuous clouds
lure a forlorn earth,
aroused from her
morning tranquility;
her blades of green
stand on end,
awash with love,
on the brink of ecstasy;
the smell of wetness
in distant clouds, and
woodsmoke rushing in
through still pine trees -
pheromones set sail
with the swell of the wind,
as the clouds make love
to a willing earth -
bewitched, and set free;
and then,
the drumbeats sound
as rain meets stone,
and rivulets join hands
in a joyous dance,
fallen leaves, and
flowers strewn,
carry their gifts
in a sacred, flowing trance;
a dragonfly braves
the gutsy wind,
setting fire
to fears of old,
a sudden cloudburst
is what it takes
for the earth to tremble
in an orgasmic hold.