National Poetry Month Day 20: Rolling Thunder

Here’s today’s stormy poem.

Rolling Thunder

Between the quiet spaces of the world
The budding thunder wakes its tempo
Its expanding pressure windswept swirled

Into the waiting air, a storm unfurled
A boom, a crash, a harsh hello
Between the quiet spaces of the world

Its voice roaring, a challenge hurled
Across the sky, the swelling tableau
Its expanding pressure windswept swirled

In cloud and darkness, its particles twirled
To set the tranquil atmosphere aglow
Between the quiet spaces of the world

Greet the tempest, frayed edges curled
To ascend above and end crescendo
Its expanding pressure windswept swirled

Lightning flashes, heated and pearled
The storms descends, the central show
Between the quiet spaces of the world
Its expanding pressure windswept swirled

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