Before the Echo of Raindrops
The night sky reveals in a split second of light.
My mind often wonders at its scintilla sight.
Like a paparazzi camera in the dark bushes
and a floating papyrus-basket amidst bulrushes.
I’m drawn to the laser show of lightning.
Oh how it entertains, sinister and frightening!
Vertical to tall trees and slow-highway-motion.
The stranger never goes unnoticed with its commotion.
The eclectic zigzag, like a serrated knife
carving the melon of the sky with strife.
Dark pregnant clouds partner with danger
— a calm cradle’s serenity rearranger.
Bring it on, with all the players on the stage,
procuring pale and ghostly figures with all their rage.
2/17/2018
Describe a thunderstorm without the sense of sound/Brenda Chiri
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