I'm not done with you yet
To be the ones to see that storm
Rage across the jungle
And witness the light arcing in flames
From sky to horizon
To feel the imminent thunder rumble
To the pads of your toes.
How close will it come?
At first it was a thin black smoke
Spilling across the sky towards us
But now it was coming on, and on.
It can take half a day to arrive
Or it can roll like a spirit in half an hour
The power of forked lightning
Sparks from peak to peak
Burns the ozone and sets your feet tingling
And the hairs on the nape of your neck.
The sudden deluge of rain
Is so strong on the sand
We picked up our packs from the side of the lake
And ran to the hut.
Contemptible humans! I’m not done with you yet!
Copyright © Diane Leggett | Year Posted 2023
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