Early Dawn Storm

almost every day before the sun’s first blinding ray clouds are touched by warmest hues displaying their splendid red-soled shoes each a ship of cumulus shape far and high their tops will scrape grayness off the blue domed sky heralded by a thousand birds dry inching up the growing screen jostling as they puff and preen kissing heads of other domes lovingly writing sky-based poems moving all in unison now nodding and bobbing with furrowed brow opening a soft thunderous throat passing over hill and valley’s moat quickly gathering a soft grey weight rain and wind inevitable fate slowly moving across the land together to make a final stand up in the tops of the tallest heads violet lightning neon glow spreads wind now touches and bends the trees x-rayed by white lightning sprees you can almost see the insects flee zooming over the earth with glee