After this the halt and summer <br />Parted company; and taking <br />Off his cap at night the thunder <br />Took a hundred blinding stills. <br /> <br />Lilac clusters faded; plucking <br />Off an armful of new lightnings, <br />From the field he tried to throw them <br />At the mansion in the hills. <br /> <br />And when waves of evil laughter <br />Rolled along the iron roofing <br />And, like charcoal on a drawing, <br />Showers thundered on the fence, <br /> <br />Then the crumbling mind began to <br />Blink; it seemed it would be floodlit <br />Even in those distant comers <br />Where the light is now intense.<br /><br />Boris Pasternak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thunderstorm-instantaneous-forever/
