Storm

A night robbed of moon oppresses twilight,
Galaxies hid in vaporous thermals,
And infinite space compressed from the height,
Air bristling qualms, breathe sacramental,
The wind fulminant, that can but ignite
Seethes o'er all in a downpour torrential.
The vault enraged,
The vale savaged.

Then the pitch negates in a zealous flare,
Electrical tendrils root sky to loam,
And the firmament fractures in a tear,
Incandescence surges below the dome,
All that breathe, breathe in silent prayer,
As the sky cracks in noises so fearsome.
The heavens rent,
A strange portent.

Again and again, see the darkness slashed,
Like seeping magma cracks cooling rock,
Again and again, hear the silence crashed,
As zephyrs are madly scattered in shock,
Lo the darkness bleeds when it is lashed,
Fine filaments fall like teasing lovelocks.
The firmament fires,
Numinous inspires.

Fauna, flora, and folk curve their necks,
Have gods unbridled and kindled their wrath?
Some beings cower, while some genuflect
In awe, as if bolts could summon sabbath.
Then a precipitous quiet, the sky elects,
To whisper sweet peace in the aftermath.
The shadows retreat,
Amid dancing feet.

Tremble,
Joy,
Hush.