Storms

For all to hear and all to see thunder and lighting glistening at me marbles of water bounce off the roof vanishing magically but there not to see the animals hide from it's presence hoping to be safe under protection as the giant stomps it's feet and Edison's light bulb flares No one sees but clouds before and clouds gather after the only evidence of this terrible rage lies under the ground, and atop the roof Some catch it's content's and some measure it's times but no one is brave enough to go in the only thing sound is the blanket atop me keeping me warm and safe from the cold once the rages over the world quiets as if its waiting for the monster to come back for the giant to stomp once again and for Edison's lightbulb to go out for all to become noisy but alas it never does