Last night as it came down in spears and blossomed from the ground into plumes, like umbrellas. I saw it going wild like it had lost its son, arcing from east to north howling at the grey as it peered through the curtains; a thousand timpani in the night, a company of drums.
i was going to write about the lightning! how it crawled across the sky and came in throes like a hammer upon a forehead. each throb splintering and embedding itself further until the ruffled sky ripped apart, and bled tears.