Subtle at first like a grumbling moan off in the
far distant sky, a sound uncertain like a visitor
approaching an address not quite identified as
the marked destination but then the moan rapidly
progresses and it becomes clear the rumble has
developed in proximity to its target and its target is
where you happen to be. So suddenly that quiet
sunny day of heat and humidity has been transformed.
The visitor is no single element but a consortium
of lightning, thunder, rain and bellowing wind
blasting the atmosphere and you are ground central
watching with the fascinated lens of disbelief
one wave following another of dense rain occupying
the landscape in a conflict between a sodden forest
and a sudden armada of dense, dark clouds launched
in atmospheric conflict sending emissaries of raging
wind lashed to rain whipping the forest canopy
seething onto the forest floor an inundation of storm
gutting whiplash downing rotted old deciduous trunks
and shallow-rooted firs, heavy limbs of ancient trees
parting with their masts, the forest become a graveyard
of the spent and dispensable 'till the storm passes.
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