The grumbling stomach of a black night sky awakens
Flashes of light, far beyond terrestrial sight
Backlit bursts reveal the blanket of a gravid cloud
Her water breaks and spills forth
Sparse, fertile drops are cradled by sleeping leaves
The pulse calms to a faint drizzle
Cannons of lightening fire Nature’s fanfare
Trees rise in a standing ovation, catching raindrops on their tongues
Our ancestral star contributes carnations to the morning celebration
A morning storm
Primitive Joe 