Thunderstorm At The Lake
Stars in the sky, pinpricks of light
Reminders of incomprehensible space
Are veiled by celestial violence close to earth
Huge eruptions of light cloaked by billowing curtains which move to blot the heavens
Onward the storm rolls, smothering the sky
The white flashes incessant and blinding like a welder’s torch
Illuminating the windless landscape in rapid succession
Bouncing light off the still water of the lake into the eyes of the beholding humans
A distant rolling bass is finally heard
Informing the watchers of impending impact
A warm breeze riffles the water
Circular discs shatter the still water, and one by one the rain drops push the observers inside