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Saturday, March 24, 2012

when thunder rolls

tonight the house trembles.

the clouds crash their mighty armored chests against each other 
and tear the air apart with roars of fury.

high voltage ricochets between sky and ground-
for a millisecond the CRACKKKK breaks the world in half.

(the storm is unusual- it's summertime, dry season,  and we seldom have rain, much less thunder and lightning.)

(and shouldn't it be lightning-and-thunder...)

the sky shudders and sobs and the thirsty city tilts its tired face upward
 and drinks, drowning in the sudden unexpected flash of heavenwater.

cool and quiet the spent exhaustion of the atmospheric aftermath...

surfeited, the grass lies sodden beneath the gentleness of the final benediction...

trees bow their heads and murmur softly as their hair drips the last of the downpour onto the jungle floor...

steaming streets smell of wet asphalt and their burgeoning gutters gasp 
and gurgle past the last swallows of the overflow...

stranded motorists and stalled traffic file along the freeways in 
furious-yet-grateful windshield-wiping, tail-light flicking madness...

such a night.

all i can do is say "thank you" to the great Master Conductor 
who orchestrates the chaotic disciplines 
of the heavens.

so then...

"thank you."



"Listen to it! Listen to his thunder, the rolling, rumbling thunder of his voice. 
He lets loose his lightnings from horizon to horizon, 
lighting up the earth from pole to pole." Job 37.