storm

it starts out with grumbles and lower darker clouds
creeping over the megatropolis
it takes its time, slowly transforming building cranes into figures of the fog
back drop for the sha bang to come along
we are all hussling around to get good seats
as the storm rolls grandly into town

the lights begin, flashes the paparazi ala mother nature
the action rushes in wind swoops our hair blowing back or into our faces
excitement
a few more bursts of drums and then the pang shabang slowly hisses
the cleanse
water sounds everywhere trickling tickling down glass window panes
the hard water has thrust
the agitated clouds walk forward
and leave behind the peaceful soft water tinkling like pianists on astral keyboards
grumbles of the thing that just overed itself on us
we are quiet and blessed
until the big city full of people who don't know how to drive let alone drive in the rain inspire honking only like a big city traffic enlarged horn section could

ah there, minutes pass and people park their cars
the quiet hush of the after storm is here

breathe in this freshness until you smell of it!

love