Thunder growled and prowled the leaden sky,
no sign of birds in trees, no bees nor butterfly.
High summer and the thrumming of rain on leaf,
the catatonic stillness and quietude only brief.
A crackle of jagged light excites and splits the sky asunder,
followed by a murmur then a crescendo of rolling thunder.
The rain applauds with hordes of watery droplets,
that hiss and sizzle in the clammy air like rhyming couplets.
A moments grace as clouds race and build to thunderhead,
then the moiling, broiling vapour ignites and crashes overhead.
The brooding skies lighten as the heavenly orchestra perform,
diminuendo, percussion and birdsong the ending of the storm.
Copyright © John Jones | Year Posted 2020
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