A not uncommon noontime occurrence,
Visceral storms pirouette in the distance,
The once vibrant sun cloaks in darkness.
Sweeping in from nowhere in the visible spectrum,
Strong winds dispatch the ominous vortex to Elysium.
Once threatening torrent, now wind-kissed noontime rain.
Locals accustomed to this magical phenomenon,
Siesta to a water pitter-patter lullaby refrain.