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POETRY
Thunderstorm Dance
When weather gets interesting
Sneaky dark clouds oozed
toward the town and congregated
just out of view,
with more of their species arriving
by the minute,
tumbling over each other
in a frantic frenzy,
merging, reaching skyward,
becoming a towering
One.
The awful assembly began dancing
a choreography of chaos across the town.
Percussion pealed a rolling rumble.
Cacophony crashed,
hundreds of millions of volts vaulting to earth.
Trees and transformers detonated,
amplifying the cumulus clamor.
Deep bass booming,
hailstones laid down a snare tattoo on roofs.
Nimble nebulosity leapt and whirled,
trying to form a dervish of destruction,
intent upon vacuuming up
both rubbish and riches.
But the storm banged its head
on a winter inversion layer,
stumbled, stunned — gave up,
collapsing into sporadic, light rain.
Disaster deferred.
For now.
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Copyright ©2023, Paul H. Harder II
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