Those clouds below the storm, that only <br />Show themselves in lightning strike, wonder <br />If they even rain. They ought weep, lonely, <br />Haunting just out of reach, fleeing thunder <br /> <br />Grumble, sky, grumble with all <br />Your Gulf Stream can muster, from Cancer <br />To Capircorn, bellow and let fall <br /> <br />Let fall dam and telephone wire, boughs <br />Bent up, pointing praises to the bringer <br />Of electric terror, that bows to no foes <br />Who's sovereign power needs no other singer <br /> <br />Lawn flamingos and trash lids, your wild dancers <br />Let the power sputter and stall <br />And give rolling rumbles as my only answers<br /><br />Tim Cronin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-a-storm/
