Thunder rolls in on a Thursday afternoon
Sometimes against the odds, Sometimes with warning
The pale patter of precipitation a plausible preamble of
Swelling streams and soaked soil. Soon,
He falls from his cloud. a raging storm, rolling thunder
Cracking across the sky, a chaotic chorus
Creating what makes this
Colliding with what he may
Striking with confidence, a blaze of fury
A blink of light in sky, until:
The last raindrop spills into creek
He cries a final croak.