Only Thunder...

Rain lashed Dublin today, and in the middle of the afternoon I could hear the rumbling of thunder in the distance.  It reminded me of a poem I wrote a while back, and it felt like the perfect thing to share on an otherwise normal day-



Only Thunder...

The storm is beautiful
as the Wind carries its Rain
swirled Clouds dance across their Sky
a Sky willing to be overtaken by its compliment
Light and Dark are balanced
their contrasts and shadows are spectacular
harmony of the pairs gives the storm its grace
as it pushes through the mountains

Lightning pounds the Earth
flashing its smile
confident, powerful, happy
with energy and conviction, it blasts the sky
and waits for its lover's call

Quiet, the storm moves forward
pause
nothing
again Lightning beats the air, breaking the ground beneath
all is still
as the air thickens
with anticipation
frustration

Fury now
stubborn impatience
passion and heat
refusing to be diminished by another element
the sky explodes with its defiance
inspiring fear in the mountains themselves
as it attempts to burn the longing from the air

Silence
a slap as if with a laugh
as dignified and spectacular as it is
it remains hollow and incomplete

Lost
confused
dazed by the fact
that it could be hurt
by the absence of another
that it could be affected at all

The storm and its elements move on as they must
but now with slow unease
Clouds hug the Sky
Wind cradles the Rain
Light clings to Dark
leaving Lightning behind

They think to themselves...
only Thunder
could pause Lightning