Thursday, December 11, 2014

On the Passing Storm

The lightning flashes
And it illuminates, illuminates, illuminates
Each object cloaked in darkness,
hidden by the night,
but for that moment 
when the lightning flashes

Then the thunder follows,
rolling across the land,
rumbling all it touches.
Even the cornerstone trembles--
    ever so slightly--
As the thunder passes by.

And, as so often happens 
when the lighting flashes and the thunder rolls,
The clouds weep.
Raindrops streak down windowpanes
and the outside world becomes

photo credit: OneEighteen via photopin cc

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