Low, distant grumbling thunder wakened
from a troubled sleep.
Heard long before the wind
raced through the trees
flogging them with no regard
to the stately green giants.
Flashes of lightning flicker.
Rain flung at the world.
streets ran with icy water
sloshed from the heavens.
Tiny hailstones raced
ahead of raindrops.
In an hour,
exhaustion is all that’s left.
The calm after the storm
drips in the evening chill.
“Nature makes no noise. The howling storm,
the rustling leaves, the pattering rain are no disturbance,
there is an essential and unexplored harmony in them.”
~ Henry David Thoreau
(Journal, 18 November 1837)
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