Silhouettes
Gallery in the unsettled skies at dusk
in the lap of the humid air,
skyborne giants piling up cumulus clouds
high in the sky to touch the firmament,
flaunting their beauty for the beholder,
silhouetted against the ochred colored sky,
the penumbral faces rolling in the air
with anxiety written on the visible side,
anticipating the rumbling and the
fires of the tempest,
such beauty there is in Mother Nature’s gallery,
strobe lights flashing, tempest fires burning,
sending sparks through the nervous clouds,
the clapping of the Thunder Gods
applauding the encore of the quiet that left
and to the turbulence about to begin,
as the clouds sweat and pace and blacken and twist,
silhouetted against the illuminated sky screen,
dusk holding on to her still bright colors,
about to fade with the fading of the penumbra.
Aah the pelting rains from the rumbling clouds
silhouetted against the hallowed firmament,
the sweat from the sky engines halfway to heaven,
the remnants from the half divine place in the skies,
the evidence that there is something pure above us,
the pure that started up the engines
that brought the holy rains down upon our soiled lands
to keep us alive and grateful and cleansed.
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