The Storm


Lightning streaks
brilliant and jagged,
across the grey
darkened skies,
splitting the clouds
over and again

Thunder follows
close behind, rolling,
roaring, a magnificent
cacophony of noise,
shaking the windows
rattling the doors

The wind sweeps
recklessly, on a rampage
through my house
leaving behind itself,
a pathway strewn with
papers and other flotsam

Raindrops follow,
blown in, scattering,
eager to partake
in this wanton destruction
of cushions, curtains
books and keepsakes

And before I run to shut,
all the windows and doors,
I pause for a moment
silent and awed, enthralled
and just a little bit shaken
by this amazing thunderstorm.


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