On the Passing Storm

The lightning flashes

And it illuminates, illuminates, illuminates

Everything.

Each object cloaked in darkness,

hidden by the night,

Invisible

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

bleary

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