ordinary morning, late, bright and clear
weekend, no hurries, lets stay on in bed
in a flash, thunderous roar from above
mountainuous rock crashing, my mind saw
the skies echoed, rumbling in agony
rumbled and rumbled, on and on and on
strange sinister sound, trapped constant droning
UFO? baby superman landed?
rushed outside: no crash, just clouds in clear sky
rumble, rumble, rumble, man-made or what?
thundering, faint and far, near and muffled
none thunderous as the first rock that fell
then it rained: heavy; a soothing warm rush
droning masked, but strangeness etched, and lingered.