The sky the colour of tarnished silver
Is firing daggers at the ground,
High speed unrelenting thunderous hiss
Of glass-smooth shards exploding on contact.
Lights flick on and off as the charged air
Flashes blue then white followed by
The deep lowing growl of the clouds.
Water cascades from roof-tops,
The street outside no longer solid but flowing,
Shallow ditches now pools of livid mercury,
Dancing to the maniacal rhythm
Of an invisible stampede of latent hooves
Galloping along the nearby shore
Releasing salt and ozone;
The strong odor of the sea and sodden earth
Suspended in the backdraft of the summer storm
That hammers at the windows and the roof tiles
Leaving nothing uncleansed in its wake.