A SUMMER STORM

A metaphor for life

The lingering heat cools

Floating wisps of clouds energized by a new

Freshness in the air are awakened from their lazy

Meandering course. 

Perceptibly now the heavens have come alive

The clouds growing grayer as they dance with the wind

White becoming gray becoming black

A low rumble breaks the silence

Then out of the black and rolling clouds a sudden bolt of lightning

as if thrown from an unseen hand hurtles towards earth

And the thunder roars proclaiming once again heavens dominance over the earth. 

The trees in complete submission bend in the face of the winds

Then, silence and calm.

Splash, one crystalline drop, a beat, another beat, and then several more crystalline drops appear

On the dusty windowpane

The perfect round drops, as perfect happiness, stay but a moment, then as teardrops they slide to the sill.

jim kittelberger 2006