Lightning
brightens the night for a moment.
The imprint on
mind lasts longer.
Thunder rolls
around the sky.
Thunder rolls
around the sky.
Rain keeps
falling.
My folks are
sleeping unless the rainfall on the roof,
the thunder or
the lightning woke them.
Lightning gets
brighter.
Thunder gets
louder.
Rain falls
harder, shakes the leaves.
I hear a roar
off northeast of here. Sounds like a train.
Like a train
horn blowing, like a train rumbling.
Train or wind,
it’s moving down now, away.
Rain, thunder,
lightning moving on, away.
Rain falls
gentle now.
There’s a
smell in the air: I can’t tell you about it.
Crickets
singing now.
What else can
be said
about a
regular old spring storm?
Night Thunderstorm -- Ferruccio Borgogno
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