Cumulonimbus Poem by Cecilia Skopec

The smell of rain flows into the valley like mist.
Clouds hover above threatening to reveal their secret.
Familiar to death, all forest turn dark and silent.
Erie whispers show that the wind has arrived.
Whipping wildflowers with it's violent push.
Commenting that there is more to come.
A sudden flash fills the sky,
lightning demands attentions as it reaches by.
Rumble. Rumble.
The sound of thunder rolls across the clouds.
Crowding every ear for miles around.
Splish. Splash.
Raindrops come upon the ground with a crash.
They run quickly along the ground.
Small when they are seperated,
great when they are combined.
Mix all the symptoms,
you have created the love for a thunderstorm.