Storm Theory

Stormy  
weather rarely  
makes for a dull  
afternoon. The greying  
skies that most despise  
illuminate each time the bolts  
commune. The subsequent thunder  
roars because it's startled by the lightening.  
The clouds cry out as desire dies, it's distant  
warning leaves them frightened. The first fork  
strikes, holding hands with the branch that  
breaks through canvas of green. The promise  
of calm and the grounding of nature take  
turns to intervene. A voice through clouds  
and misty rain as good a comfort  
as any. Listen and learn when  
the weather speaks or  
you're doomed to  
misjudge it  
again.