Thunderstorm

The fury of a thunderstorm

Should not be a surprise,

For prior to its sudden booms

Come dark-as-nighttime skies.

 

The wind whips up, the branches sway,

The air cools down a bit

And lightning zigzags right before

The thunder seems to hit.

 

Then with a crash the storm attacks,

The booming close and loud,

Which causes shrieks and running feet,

Dispersing any crowd.

 

Umbrellas open, wipers snap

And car alarms might beep

While anyone caught napping

Will be jostled from that sleep.

 

Most typically, the storm won’t last

As rumbles move away

And rain lets up to save itself

For yet another day.

 

Quite often, then, the sun appears

And brings with it the heat,

The only proof of the event

The puddles on the street.