Rumbling tempest

God’s hungry stomach,

It yearns for celestial

Wherewithal and fare.

Yet there’s little room for thirst.

Thin streams of water bead down.

rain stream

Imaginings strobe—

It’s like a camera flash.

The trees wear their gloom.

 Lightning

Wet air screams past doors

Like a madman, shaking them:

A temper tantrum.

 wet pavement

My heart leaps in fear,

Then slowly settles back down:

A jostled snow globe.

 scary storm

My nose, it senses

The caught electricity,

A note of sweetness.

 Day Lily in the Rain

I consider change

And the notion of motion.

Is this my being?

 Rainbow

The sky’s mood alters.

Channels of light pierce the clouds.

The noisiness fell.

The trees hold onto their tears.

I see a band of color.

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