The rain clouds settle overhead,
purple, bloated and thunderous.
An absence of rain is startling.
Though before awe can settle,
the world turns molten green,
and the train in the sky bellows.
Then my draw drops
as the tornado of confusion plummets
earthward, my mental destruction imminent.
But there's no explanation on
those great, celestial lips,
and so my mind reels.
-- Evan Williams
A contest entry
- Thunder & Lightning by RedAquarius.
1000 points, ended April 30, 19 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Lovely word choices for imagery, "purple bloated clouds", "molten green" and the sky as "great celestial lips" - really wonderful.
One minor misspelling - immenent should be imminent.
Good job!

