Thunderstorm

The fury of a thunderstorm Should not be a surprise, For prior to its sudden booms Come dark-as-nighttime skies. The wind whips up, the branches sway, The air cools down a bit And lightning zigzags right before The thunder seems to hit. Then with a crash the storm attacks, The booming close and loud, Which causes shrieks and running feet, Dispersing any crowd. Umbrellas open, wipers snap And car alarms might beep While anyone caught napping Will be jostled from that sleep. Most typically, the storm won’t last As rumbles move away And rain lets up to save itself For yet another day. Quite often, then, the sun appears And brings with it the heat, The only proof of the event The puddles on the street.