Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads,
Great, hollow, bell-like flowers,
Rumbling in the wind,
Stretching clappers to strike our ears...
Bitten by the sun
Dripping rain like golden honey -
And the sweet earth flying from the thunder.
My hometown just had an absolutely incredible thunderstorm, with another seemingly starting now. It was quite devastating from what I have seen thus far (downed trees, damaged houses, fallen power lines) but despite that, in the moments leading up to it, captivating in its bizarre stillness. It is thrilling seeing the world illuminated by a lightning bolt against an otherwise dark sky, something I think captured magnificently in this Jean Toomer poem. Stay safe, any of you readers who live with stormy weather routinely.