Stormy Symphony

by Leah L. Cole

The dark, high clouds have
Conquered the sky.
The breeze prepares,
Gathers itself for its debut,
And opens with a clear high note.
The buzz of gentle raindrops
Quickens with urgent intensity.
The growing droplets
Splatter fatly against the earthy canvas,
Expanding to include the
Biting ping of hail.
Jagged lightning cues in
The thunder's booming klaxon,
Which is drawn out
As the furious wind
Picks up the plaintive moan,
And again adds its voice to the chorus.
Harmonies of sound volley, larking and
Looping intricate variations,
Waxing and waning
Until the anti-climax dawns:
The sun breaks through with
A fresh deluge of greedy rain,
Greeted by a spectral arc
Of faint, vivid hues.
Even so, the intensity fades as
The sun gracefully exits
Behind the puffy bass chorus,
Which again sings out on Lightning's cue.
Gradually the spectrum of sound
Recedes, leaving only the
Ghostly drip-drip from
Sodden leaves and damp branches.

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