Forest Storm

In the far-off distance
of the densely dark woods
the dim roar of a passenger jet
rouses the stillness to
alert anticipation then fades
and the forest resumes its
sleep.  Seen through the green
boughs of the forest canopy
the sky is a vast aluminum
sheet, the wind restlessly
tumbling tree tops.  The
slate grey of darker clouds
brings a shudder to the sky
as it stirs into a long
rolling groan.  Soon a deep
basso profundo rumbling
thickens the air at intervals
of steadily mounting intentions
until a bright white knife
rents the clouds and a rich
waterfall of densely globular
rain washes the dark world.