Phenomenon
A loud clap breaks the silence of a clear sky,
grey folds embrace the light with quickening speed.
Winds dive and rumble like waves upon the sand,
the cool rain 'whisps' through the trees.
Leaves tumble to the ground,
feathers on the strong gust.
The ground turns to slush in a matter of seconds,
tumbling away into the streams across the floor.
Winds swirl and pivet,
like dancers on the stage.
Dust gathers and rises in the air,
a mirky cloud hovers above.
Knives cut the growing puddles,
the silence broken by a bright flash.
A steady drum beat upon the bare tin,
the rumbling sky keeps in tempo.
Large puddles accumulate on the bare wooden floor,
tiny holes give way to masses of water.
Outside the gutters provide glimmering waterfalls,
leaves sail them like boats on a river.
Ever so slowly the rain subsides,
The wet bliss ending all to soon.
The powerful moment was eternity itself,
lasted but a few seconds.
-Michael Hampton