Thunder

Warm caramel fudge cools
in the Sunny Spring kitchen.

Night has come, foreboding;
a buzz of something in the air.

The cats get the Zoomies
then the birds start their chatter
as the trees become loud.

The porch chair waits for me
so I sit for a while and look
skyward for signs of life,
I see the clouds move in.

An intensification of feelings
as the first rumble shakes
the atmosphere into action.

Another tenor rumbling,
then a flash of light;
the sky is dancing wildly.

I cannot pull away from
the sight, even as you
speak of the dangers.

Droplets drum the roof
then the porch is alive with water.
I reach out to touch the heavens;
you don’t say a word.

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