ODE TO A SUMMER
STORM
The wooden rocker chair held a man, calmly at best, with
white waved hair a pencil in hand.
Worst scenario, it seems, no best reason to scream or even
whimper.
We had a grand box seat. Set on concrete. Screened well to
keep flying and other pests at more than arms reach.
This man was enjoying nature’s retreat – The blue sky
darkened at near and spotty afar. To the left was East and thus facing South of
east nature was presenting a feast. A concert of percussion instruments for
sure from off the Atlantic with burst of light, rumblings and booms all set
neatly on yonder vista pleasing the eye, the ear and the senses unbound.
The wind the rain the noise (sound) was profound and erased
other humans from the scene.
Now high in the air a sea gull he did see and knew for now
The show the scenery to retreat – the high storm clouds
creeping slowly Northwest – while the mid distant grey shattered clouds
galloped Southeast – and there further south the sky once again scattered puff
balls with one a “chimney man” serene.
Forty minutes and the downpour slowed to a drizzle, its
drops wetting the rear seat golf cart of returned other humans.
To recap this storm. The lighting , the background, all
props full of delight. The cacophony symphony off set by the jagged streams of
flying electrons burning their imprint in the mind – the Thunder hands out did
each other with several chiseled on the ear drums tape. The anvil pinging oft
into dusk. But wait there was one thundering roll air slam felt as a puff to
his Tshirt.
High praise to Thee – the show, the actors, lightning the
booming background rates 5 Stars. Wow!
The after time from the storm punched the senses in flight.
With the orb in the West blooming forth with yellow light providing the verdant
vista highlights. Especially the nearby live oak and the pine across the lake.
And oft! Those clouds cover with patches of blues anew amid
the greys the whites the mixed hues. Those tardy flashes of the skies bowling
and throwing puffy fluffy froth over the heights.
Folderol you say, to me a bedlam of views dancing mites all
with good news.
Good night.! Oh!
Its raining again.
The following dawning came into view
Sky overcast to a dusky blue
The lakes water a musky green
Quiet with nary a ripple a mirrored sheen.
©johnwitkowski08042014
Port Charlotte, FL
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