It was a storm to end all storms . . .
Slowly but surely, the air darkened
all around us until skyline met
horizon.
Eerie! And, then came the hail;
hail such as I have never seen, ever!
Huge, pelting, sky marbles, hell bent
on winning the game.
This time, it wasn't quick and dirty.
It hailed as if it were a snow storm
and didn't quit until the ground was
covered. Rain, not to be outdone,
began to strut her stuff.
Blackened skies, fierce dueling 'twixt
hail and rain, lasting nigh onto two
hours . . . completely unnerving, an
unbidden return to childhood fears.
Once the skies stopped their dueling,
we sat in utter silence, stunned by
that which we had unwittingly
witnessed.
My inner child, still frightened, silently
pleaded . . . . Please, I just want to go
home!
storm to end all storms
father sky strutting his stuff
fine hes made his point
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