Lightning flashes in the distance, but the thunder sounds so near.
with strong wind all around me the rain drops wet my hair.
The sky is filled with darkness, there is no sun today.
An oak leaf flutters by me as I watch it drift away.
The tree tops all in motion perform a reckless dance.
With wild celebration there joins in all the plants.
All movements are unruly, with no tempo and no pace, a momentary lull then back into the race.
Cracking branches sound out as Ice upon a stream, howling, chilling, slashing wind, surrealistic scene.

Darrell Alan Logan 2001