A description of a thunderstorm and a not-too veiled analogy to ... use your imagination |
There is a storm in the distance Thunder, thunder, rolling, kettle drum thunder Soothing yet frightful in its magnitude and amplitude it rolls Spawned from mother-lightning, it too is an awesome display of power From a distance a storm is a display of beauty and awe The distant flash, little more than a fire fly flash, Mother lighting revealing it's creator, the huge towering cumulus The wait, no wind, no rain, just midnight silence, silence. The thunder rolls With no rhythm or melody, it is its own symphony A distant roll intensifies, builds to a booming climax A crescendo filled the air with a cacophony of drums The sound falls quickly to nothingness is's power miles away, for others' awe The wait between displays is less now, the storm less of a distant display The horizon brightening with each flash, Upon us! Trees sway, rain carried by the mighty, unseen wind pounds the window No serenity now...Millions of volts cracking overhead, North South. Van de Graff's dream. Thunder with the intensity of dynamite, not some mere musical instrument The Mighty display of Power is absorbing Every sense is aroused The sight, the sound. sudden chill of the rain the smell and taste of the ozone Swirling, pelting, surrounding, consuming, it is in command The Climax, it is just as quickly gone no rain distant, rolling thunder in the afterglow. |