Scene Stealer

The hot, steamy day of clear skies
and fierce sun streaming the landscape
has vanished. Darkness has descended,
the sky obscured by brutish, threatening skies,
unleashing torrents of rain. The arrival of
thunderous applause at this scene-stealer,
the darkness lit by sharp daggers of light
and more thunderous appeals for clouds
to release hail upon the hapless gardens.

We are in the eye of the storm, a dense
black eye emitting of its own monumental
impulses, sullen and angry as the morose
elements capture the world in a fierce
embrace of heat, humidity, sturm und drang.
The drama concedes of no surcease until
its miserable will is wilfully done.

The swaying trees, shifting through the
message of the power elite, the cowering,
fearful caught out under the dense cloak of
nature's fury, quiver under the assault
of her ferocious symmetry. Nature and her
volatile elements sulk and abrade the anxious
nerves of her creatures for awhile, then bored
with their own powerful conceits, the darkness,
the thunder and lightning, the volumes of rain
and frozen spittle, the wind and the sound
shuffle off centre stage, exeunt right.