Thunder

Just a poem.

Ominous clouds tumble above the trees.
A mouse is by an eagle pinned.
Leaves shake in the hot humid wind.

Threat on the breeze.

Anticipation builds still more.
No birds still soar

The sky is rough and windy now.
Crack! A pine bough.

Suddenly, lightning strikes and creatures flee.
The thunderclouds like madmen grinned,
Their thunder roars undisciplined.

Now all can see

the flames that race along the moor.
Deafening roar.

Rain falls, fire dies, I wipe my brow.
That was close. Wow!