The Storm

11/01

flashes of brilliance
streak across the afternoon sky
cracking the heavens open
white lacy fingers

dark and moody

the distinctly fuzzy clouds
frame the display of energy

deep cracks of thunder
reach your very core
making lungs battle
for the evasive breath

trees succumb
to the persuasive touch of sharp
wind

you feel it coming
the arrival
of crystal
drops
of rain

falling from a sky of
blistering power.