Those Who Live in Grass Houses

Oh Thunderstorm

Oh Thunderstorm

Come now, you brass bold bellyings of the skies,
you heralds of heaven’s drumbeats of doom,
from your dark towers of threatening ramparts
and stark semaphore sparking in the grimmest night,
with your wild winds and soaking, stinging sleet,
come now and measure your damndest draught
‘gainst my merely human and earthly frame,
and I shall fart in harmony.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For PromptMaster! February Week 2 Prize Prompt
Prompt: The most pretentious thing to say aloud in a dramatic thunderstorm.