Afront

From the right point of view, every storm and every drop in it is a rainbow. - Thoreau

different shades of grey

onlookers congregating at an accident scene 

clouds gather and stir

scraping the sky like callouses on a dry foot

reclaiming once-surrendered territory

amidst spurious upchucks

the gauntlet tossed down

swirling

air is heavy and weighing

muffled rattle of thunder staunchly banging fist and voicing opinion

winkles of undeniable lightning flicking the switch

setting the stage and raising the curtain

insulting the ground

driven yet fearful

mixed hail bouncing like numbers in a lottery drum

droplets weeping downward

descending like a d-day of paratroopers

divinity shouting go, go, go

no apologies

not just on the horizon

here

invading

pelting and smelting

now

Author's Note

"We can never have enough of nature. We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor, vast and titanic features, the sea-coast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and its decaying trees, the thunder-cloud, and the rain." - Thoreau