The storm comes at night
Breaking open the sky to
Pierce the earth with flashing shards
Of brilliant light.
Seconds of silence serve to amplify the
Inevitable crack and roar
As the thunder rolls in, over, around.
The colours exhilerate and fascinate,
I hold my breath for the clatter of the rain
In frenzied downpour - short, sharp
And sweet for the earth.
The storm relents, the rain eases,
The dying racket gives voice to
Incessant dripping and gurgling of gutters,
As Mars himself rolls off
To thrill another soul
And refresh some other corner of the land.