Storm Season

Storm Season

By Brandon Palzkill

The day is changing;

charcoal clouds glide gracefully in,

as sudden chills blanket the ground;

a storm has swept over us…

the symphony is about to begin.

The percussion section starts it off;

rolling thunder, resounding; reverberating;

a pounding timpani to shake the earth.

And then a crash, the lightning’s flash;

a steely cymbal, stealing our breaths away.

Rain… the booming snare drum,

showering down in chaotic cadences ,

rapidly rat-a-tat-tating

at millions of beats per minute;

it raucously raps, ringing in our ears.

And, finally… the melody;

a hauntingly beautiful and primal chorus,

sung by the howling winds;

trees shiver with the raw power

of their voices; the leaves dance, wildly.

I, a captivated audience member,

quiver with terrified excitement.

I hear the echoing chorus through my walls,

the bass notes shaking my bones,

as my heartbeat flutters to the furious fugue.

Inevitably, the clouds will pass on

and the curtains will fall.

The conductor takes his final bow

and the orchestra packs up…

on to the next performance.