Nature's Voice

Beneath a sky breathing
the dark presence of clouds
shifted by high winds
our world still has the
appearance of a softly glowing
invitation to a dance,
perhaps of the happy spirits
of springtime forests. The
sound that suddenly descends
however, bursting close and
threatening, resembles that
of a plane disastrously off-course
losing height, preparing for
calamity. But no, it is merely
one of nature's powerful voices
and we shuffle off hurriedly
to avoid the drenching downpour.
Sitting at breakfast quietly
content, then wondering if
a locomotive has left its
tracks to rumble beside our
house, the walls sympathetically
shuddering with vibration in
the shadow of an earthquake.
Ask not to whom nature calls,
she calls, perforce, for thee.