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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Heard upon the heavy, humid air, now unpleasantly warm, came further reverberating rumbles, that proclaimed an approaching storm, and we were made very much aware Nature’s ire was evident, as with bolts of forked lightning, towering clouds were rent. Seen in angriest dungeon, as befits a brooding sky; and mesmerised by her fury, we watched, as it drew ever nigh. But once her awesome power, was unleashed upon the land, our hypnotic trance was broken, and we saw danger lurked to hand. It was now the time to scatter; to seek shelter where we could, for thunderstorms can oft prove fatal, if caught in open field or wood. As we ran to seek our refuge: we’d little time to spare, we hoped her fury was short lived, as lightning filled the air. We knew we’d be acting foolish, if the storm we’d think to brave, so with safety our first concern, twas our skin we sought to save. Next calm air was pushed aside, cyclonic down bursts seen: whilst trees bowed their obeisance, in the nearby wooded dene. When overladen clouds then burst, in sheets of solid rain, so the humid air dispersed, and the world was fresh again. Next, when thunder clouds split asunder, to leave the world clean and bright, we saw skies in all their grandeur, as shafts of golden light, broke through the storm tossed clouds, now fragmented and torn, and as the sun emerged again, we saw a world reborn. Though thunderstorms intimidate, such times we do adore, for it is a time to savour: despite our fear and awe. Rhymer 10th August, 2016
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