Thunderstorm by B. C. Marshington

Thunderstorm

The trees are
Waving their branches in panic,
As if trying to flee -
Yet they're rooted in their seats,
Clapping their leaves,
Anticipating
The grand performance -

I, too, surrender myself
To the powerful breath
Of the sap-filled, rain-heavy,
Teary-eyed ether
On the verge of bursting
Into a heavenly scream -

Here it comes! The lightning
Slashes through the moping,
Then the thunder's kick drum
Fills the boundless room -

All the trees are dancing
Their sappy hearts out;
Me, I'm grinning - brighter
Than the hiding moon!

And the raindrops' tap dance,
And the roaring thunder,
And the whining siren
Somewhere far away,

Spin and wail together
In a forceful frenzy...
What a crazy night!
What a priceless day