The Storm
I hear a faint rumble come from outside,
So I go to my window, and open it wide.
I look up at the stars, and the darkness of night
Is filled with a sudden, and brilliant light.
A split-second later, it\'s dark once again,
I slowly start counting, and make it to 10.
Another faint clutter resonates through the dark,
I stare at the clouds, and wait for a spark.
I\'m not waiting long when my curious eyes
See a sharp streak of ribbon flash through the skies
I count up to 7, and it just starts to rain
When again I hear rumbling, like a faraway train.
It\'s then that I notice a powerful breeze,
That whistles through alleys, and rustles the trees.
Another bright bolt, and I count up to 4,
Then the sound of the tempest erupts to a roar.
It\'s coming this way, I must be on my guard,
The rain is its ally, and it\'s coming down hard.
In a series of flashes the world glows anew,
And a sudden crescendo as I make it to 2.
I\'m barely done counting when another great flash
Appears, then is followed by a deafening crash.
The sky is now rippling with silver & blue,
And I gaze up in awe at this beautiful view.
Then slowly, but surely, this powerful force
Passes above and continues its course.
As I stand at the window I say with delight:
\"What a pleasure to watch on this warm summer night.\"