Portentous is storm.
Thick and heavy this afternoon air
projects an impending doom everywhere.
Frightening is lightning.
Leaving a film on withering green
it alters the sheen of pooled dew in each leaf.
Numbing is thunder
Wide but blueless the sky-scape here
warily waits as pregnant with wet, gale threatens.
Awful is louring mauve.
Suddenly rumbling sounds, decibel-loud
and clashing drowns voices of scurrying crowd.
I see a large tree shaking prior to
as its line
strips it bare,
sighs as skin
bark rips while
slide into heated
inferno of gorging fire
hits the floor and roots weep
as tree shudders once and it dies.
Awesome is white- forked lightning.