Staring out an upstairs window, watching a storm approaching
from the eastern sky.
Gathering momentum, as wind blows right through it's puffed
up clouds.
Wondering how the lightening knows when to strike and light
up the sky.
Hearing thunder, letting me know it's here.
How can it figure out the electric beats of timing rhythm?
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-does-a-storm-time-rhythm/
