Thunder: Bolt

A bursting blaze
but muffled skies.

My weather expert counts to five
computes the storm's a mile off.

Another bolt rings silent

- crash -

blusters crushing

branches lash:

we rush from torrents

flee forecasts

craving havens.

Thunders blast.

Thunder: Bolt © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: May 18, 2020