Rolling in
about midnight,
argumentative.
Flexing power,
thumping belligerently.
Dangerous flashes
glowering,
ostentatious displays
of a sizzling
hot temper.
The tumult
was foretold by
prognosticators
casting bones,
speaking gibberish.
Making excuses
for the
unpredictability
of natural forces
commingling.

M. Zane McClellan

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