Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, <br />Great, hollow, bell-like flowers, <br />Rumbling in the wind, <br />Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . . <br />Full-lipped flowers <br />Bitten by the sun <br />Bleeding rain <br />Dripping rain like golden honey— <br />And the sweet earth flying from the thunder.<br /><br />Jean Toomer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/storm-ending/
