It is raining in the dark,
in the deep low-cloud cathedral
where earlier the frog-drone chant
heralded the first winds of the storm.
Leaves churned up from the ground
and scattered from their limbs with the birds
as the air spilled about itself, drunk with power.
The first skybright flashes, chased by
the concussive booms, all traveled overhead
and deep through the ground
like cannon-speak from some old war
between nameless armies,
faceless soldiers marching in the dark.
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