Thunderstorm

Smiling sun scarpered, sad stormy sky, from east to west a veil of charcoal grey, we watched as flocks of nervous birds flew by, bird feeders idle, clients stayed away. The cat, now bored with toys, and time to kill, ears twitching, on alert surveyed the gloom and turned to climb down from the windowsill when heaven sparked, and lightning bleached the room. Fur stood on end, eyes lit up like twin suns, unsure what she had seen or what to do, a second flash clinched it- to cut and run, split-second silhouette shot out of view. The predator had now become the prey, creature and elemental paths had crossed, for one who thought she had things all her way now shown by angry sky who is the boss. Like skipping ropes above the distant trees the lightning danced, then began to fade wet leaves all now consoled by gentle breeze and rooftops washed in ever lighter shades. She sauntered out like nothing had occurred, sat on the sill and thought “Now, where's those birds?” For contest 'Describe a Thunder storm without sense of sound', sponsor Brenda Chiri 25th February 2018