Thunder slapped the night awake,
Roared its power, exploding
In boulders of chaotic sounds, bouncing
Off the mountains, then rolled
Its angry rumbles down the valley
Into the sea in echoes of fury.
And the night wept its torrents of tears.
I have heard that slapping noise a lot. Makes a lot of rumble and I know we are going to get much needed rain. Then it just rolls on past and waters the yard next door. 😦
This storm slammed into the area. I rained so hard public transportation was halted next morning because of flooding. Lots of damage to roads but no human casualties. This one was a doozie.
Meteorological or metaphorical?
Ah the ambiguity of language… if I remove “its” from that line, I think it stays meteorological, leaving it in allows it to be metaphorical, I think. Mais qu’est-ce que j’en sais?
You know more than I.
That was kind.
I wouldn’t change a word of this. Whether or weather…., let the reader decide. You wrote a wonderful piece here.
Thanks you. I am glad you enjoyed it.
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