Along With The Thunder

With limp thunder came silent still-born rain. Sky broke, clouds chose to play apart today, as the gray clad stand-ins in blue duffel coats, and snow white hoods slunk away, to fade away, like peals of bells fade when echoes fail to surface on soft absorbent compliant surfaces. Black clouds like the thunder missed the role-call. Remained waiting in the bleachers for someone to applaud, to gee-up the thunder with claps, to raise a curtain call. To giddy-up, giddy-up the mighty steed Thunder, to do its clippety-clop, clippety-clop thing. to do its rumble, rattle and roll, with steely shod and shiny hooves on cobble stones. Sometimes my dear steed Thunder, led along on its reins and bridle, enters the storm unmounted, hushed to neigh forlorn, in gray clouds, in sky-blue skies.