There can be no more awe than lightning Shredding earthbound from the heavens, Hearing the rolling, patient roar Of clouds opening and absorbing thunder. My eyes cannot be torn from the sky As I sit and eagerly wait for rain. As humbled as I am by the rain, It cannot hold a candle to lightning. Burning icy, pure fire from the sky, So white hot, it seems cold, which heavens Must be if Hell is hot. After it, thunder Avalanches down and covers me in a roar Of celestial beast enraged, as I roar Up approval to unheeding rain Droplets. I know that the thunder Will encore once the bright sight of lightning Makes an appearance again, lighting the heavens And brilliantly exposing a sky Which is now white, no sky Blue like the day's. A shattering roar Subdues the quiet earth. My heavens, The grandeur! In silences, rain Drums the ground. Faster now, lightning Meets almost synchronized with the thunder. Right over my head, thunder Rips from the free sky Timed with a blastburst of lightning. But the thunder is dimmed by the roar In my ears, as I stand in the rain, Head held high, arms toward the heavens. I knew that all the glories of heavens Were with me; the screams of thunder, The cleansing purity of summer rain Falling from the pebbled sky. I knew that the bursts were God, roaring Approval for each flash of lightning. Could I do less? When in rain, the sky Is dark, thunder shocks, and the heavens Roar, I go with God to watch the lightning. ©1999 Dennis M. Parente, Jr. Back To Poetry This page hosted by Geocities