STORM
White fleecy flock degrades to dishcloth grey
As cumulus now conjure up a curse.
A faint flicker and flash from far off sky
As zig-zag blaze cleaves the grey beyond.
Brilliant white light from high voltage aloft
Creating ozone in chaotic shows.
Now a loud rumble, a serious drum roll,
Percussion echoing around the hills.
Turmoil aloft now sets off down the dale.
The blue is back, the grey all gone away.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2025
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