All is silent. The wind is gone.
The world has paused as the charged air
Waits with baited breath for the symphony to begin --
For the symbol to crash,
And the drum to begin its roll,
Crescending to a bombastic boom
Of thunder that follows the lightning's fanfare
That, snaking across the boiling skies
With an electric hiss
Causes my heart to leap at its colossal might and majesty,
And a smile of thrillful joy
To cross my awe-struck face.
Author notes
We've had some amazing storms where I live over the past couple of days which inspired this poem.
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