A SUMMER STORM
A metaphor for life
The lingering heat cools
Floating wisps of clouds energized by a new
Freshness in the air are awakened from their lazy
Meandering course.
Perceptibly now the heavens have come alive
The clouds growing grayer as they dance with the wind
White becoming gray becoming black
A low rumble breaks the silence
Then out of the black and rolling clouds a sudden bolt of lightning
as if thrown from an unseen hand hurtles towards earth
And the thunder roars proclaiming once again heavens dominance over the earth.
The trees in complete submission bend in the face of the winds
Then, silence and calm.
Splash, one crystalline drop, a beat, another beat, and then several more crystalline drops appear
On the dusty windowpane
The perfect round drops, as perfect happiness, stay but a moment, then as teardrops they slide to the sill.
jim kittelberger 2006
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