Tantrum

Wraiths of darkness are drawn
by thunder’s incantations
to charge beneath the raging
host.

An inconstant wind casts
silver breakers across sleeping
waters; trees before the advancing
storm front pay
obeisance.

Behold, the virga sings
mist, and the mist becomes
spray.  Spray begets
showers.  Showers garner
a deluge.

Fractus dark over rooftops scrape.

Tempestuous alchemy on high imposes
upon a numbered summer’s day.

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