The house grew dark, heavy with portents and omens
Not a breath of air stirred outside in the descending gloom
a pause, a holding of the world’s breath
Thunder marched with cannon booms from thirty miles out, then twenty miles out
and then it was on top of the house, descending with a majestic roar
Hissing rain that slapped gleefully on the roof until it dripped energetically from the eaves
what a roar. what a smacking of hail. It’s a symphony. it’s a battle of elements that bring
me to my primordial knees in awe and fear of the power