Interpretation

A sombre, far-off boom
and the air trembles
all is still, unmoving
the forest waits. Beneath
the canopy shafts of sunlight
still stipple the forest floor.
The sky that was so blue
has shifted making room for
the uninvited clouds angry
and purple-grey casting aside
the lofty white bubbles of
cloud that had preceded them
as though initially declaring
no malicious intent
merely sending sheep into
the meadow of blue
there to graze in peace
pacing the arrival of the
herders brooking no
interference in their business
of culling and slaughtering.
But no, this is a thunderstorm
violent in its powerful entrance
spilling the contents of its rage
to drown the landscape below
threatening in its belicose
hostility but merely part and
portion of nature's endowment
sustaining life, not taking it.