the storm moves onward
heightens its pace
the leaves of the trees in some far-off land
turn themselves around to catch the rain
the first drops of that life-giving fluid
hurl themselves against the ground
which rapidly absorbs the moisture
roots greedily steal the moisture from the dirt
refusing to give it back
but soon the dirt has more rain than it needs
what was just prior a staple of life
rapidly becomes a herald of death
aggravated by the harsh pounding of the rain
the soil looses its hold
is swept up in the rising tide of destruction
until it reaches a crecendo of chaos
transient streams form in meadows of grass
carrying various twigs leaves and dust
an earth-shattering crack fills the air
sending booming shockwaves in all directions
for this is the time when the lightning comes