Startled at the first crashing sounds, she glances out the window looking at the hurried rain falling. Thunder continues to threaten perhaps another power outag; she places the kettle on the stove…at least there will be tea to sip. Until then, she takes her pen to scratch a word or two before the darkness falls.
drum rolls warn
skies give way
pouring rain lovers squeeze precious moments midday nap
starlings seek shelter
nestlings whine in union
earth gulps excess
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!! She cowered and ran into her grandmother’s bedroom and dives under a pillow to block the rumble of the thunder. Her grandmother was counting the seconds between each lightening and each clap of thunder to gauge the distance of each lightning.
“N’aie-pas peur, ma belle poule aux oeufs d’or; les éclairs sont loins…il n’y a pas de danger. ” Her grandmother was looking out the window in the veranda and called her grand-daughter to come see. She told her a story that changed her outlook on thunder forever.
“When GrandPapa died last year, I had no money to support myself and so he found a way up in heaven to raise money for me. He joined the heavenly bowling league and plays for money. When you hear the thunder those are the bowling pins you hear and when you hear that huge thunderclap just a few minutes ago, well, that is a strike so I will be getting a nice fat pension this month! ”
Flash of lightning
rumble of the thunderbolt
blessing from heaven