It was a beginning sound, like an
orchestra finding it start, each
instrument achieving an evenness
of created strength.
So was it with the beginning of the storm.
A confluence of parts formed overhead,
lining up like soldiers on opposite sides,
rising quickly to the challenge, breaking
silence into a riotous charge.
Pieces of the sky combined into a mass
of fury. Clouds amassed into mountains.
Winds became boisterous. The sky swirled
like a potters wheel. Thunder pressed
into humid layers of hanging air.
And then…
…the storm.
Roger Singer 