Some days when dissonance rules

Sunshine mocks, its heated chortle heinous

I want thunderstorms

Window rattling, earth shaking

Jagged lightning, ear splitting booms

Waking the dead in their tombs

Fat raindrops plopping

Wind gasping through pines swaying

Thunder’s better bass

Gray bulbous clouds massing

Unleashing proud bowling angels

Praise Thor!

Praise Zeus!

Praise Jupiter!

end 8/5/2016

S. Darlington