Thunder And Lightning - Poem by Connie Yost
When crackling exclamations slash,
Through a promissory sky,
Then old opponents rage and clash,
For elusive prizes vie.
So I hear them speak their piece,
With characteristic flash,
It does no good to beg them cease,
Their authoritative bash!
I shall heed their fiery tantrums,
Stomping feet I can't ignore,
Till at last they tame their fantoms,
Somewhere on an upper floor.
Now they loudly thump and grumble,
Brimming tears they cannot hold,
As their real frustrations tumble,
Letting loose an overload.
And when their rowdy hour is past,
They, still mumbling, steal away,
Surrendering the realm at last,
To a softer spoken day
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