The horizon should be flat and sparkling sand,
today though, dark snow capped peaks loom,
dangerous, with visible storms raging peaks,
causing avalanches down the sides.

Booming kettle drum rumbles,
golden firework flashes,
I count the seconds between,
as it gets shorter and shorter.

Soon the drops start,
pregnant water balloons,
exploding against the window,
a locomotive roar of the wind.

The last vestiges of sunlight,
blotted out as the mountain settles,
earthquake sounds blast,
and the house shakes and shivers.

Minutes pass to hours,
I'm not sure the structure can take any more,
then light begins to creep in the window,
orange and pink and blue of sunset.

I walk out onto the porch and watch,
as the mountain pushes off to the east,
and I survey the swollen soggy ground,
and the mess left behind the avalanche.