Grumbling in the distance.
Gray depression spreading a dark pout.
Bright burp of light faraway
And again.
And again.
Glowering black grudge swelling, tumbling, dissing the day.
Dagger blade jabbing CRASH!
Purple gang cursing, rolling heavy barrels
Chortling to themselves as they push each other
Down the valley, breaking up the sky
Slashing the clouds
Emptying long slices of water
Dropping the trees to their knees. “Uncle! Uncle!”
Slinking like stretching shadows into the next distance
Taking the fight to other foes.
Yanking their cloud cover with them
Like dirty blankets.
Rain laughing as it hides behind the house
Making the sunshine sparkle.
