Gales, a juxtaposition to the summer winds
unfettered from the heat and slow days,
bringing the storms, conjuring the thunder.
Lightning sears the sky in harsh light
and temperament, shockingly slashing
clouds, ionising ozone as it casts down,
flooding the land with a despondent
fierceness embedded in each luminescent
strike.
It raves and rages, tempestuous tempest
in a torrid tirade throws its harpoons,
spearing the ground as the wind blows.
Rattling tiles, tree, torturing towers
with violence of elemental anger.
It leaves, screeching as it departs
thundering its echoing threats,
as gentle tears weep from lighter skies.