In the night sky there is a threatening rumble
The sound begins and extends far and wide
Massive echoing waves make the meek weak
Huddling… waiting for grumbling to subside
Suddenly a luminous glow ignites like a flare
The air is energized as a zig-zag bolt sizzles
through the turbulent obsidian colored clouds
striking an isolated tree like a blazing chisel
Pelting rain falls rapidly as fierce gusts
race across fields of wild flowers and grass
Gradually raging forces of the storm decrease
as though exhausted… trailing off at last
Trickling sounds of newly formed streams
are welcomed as apprehensive fears are eased
A cleansed atmosphere gives a sense of peace
Safe from injury... small creatures are relieved
6/10/2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem