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Nature's Stage

by Audrey M Scott


In the theatre of nature,
Season rolls gray cloud across the sky.
Upper winds push it into puffy lumps
and sweeping drifts, while behind the
frown of darkening intensity, sheet
lightning flashes, accompanied with
low muttering rumbles, as though
principalities of the lower heavens
stir a powerful, bubbling, popping brew.

The timid seek shelter as the Master
of Storms mocks and points fierce
forking fingers of light to crash
in ferocity toward earth. His voice builds
in crescendo, vibrating, instilling fear
into the fearful.

Wind whines through the trees making
them swish and sway. Chimes tinkle,
loosened tin flaps in claps and gates bang.
Not a dog barksÂ…

Large drops of rain suddenly splat,
soon turning into a downpour,
the wet smell of earth and vegetation
rises in the air as the rain eases and the
violent groaning voice of storm diminishes,
it moves away with final white flashes.

The soft coos of doves is heard as roof
gutterings empty.
As though in encore, the wary come out
from hiding, thankful no bolt of lightening
reached them.

4/2001

09/29/2001

Posted on 09/29/2001
Copyright © 2022 Audrey M Scott

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