Distant Thunder

Fingers of white lightning.

Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash

The rumblings on the horizon
Lightning flashes from afar
Warning storms approaching
Prowling angry and bizarre.

Uneasy squeeze of feelings
And evocations from the past
Counting of the seconds
Between the first and last.

Dogs flee beneath the tables
And succumb to fear and scare
Tails tucked between the legs
And cringe in mute despair.

The palpable charged electrons
And fingers of white lightning
And the rumble of the thunder
Electrified and frightening.

It’s almost like an omen
A message from the elements
To not rest on the laurels
Left hovering on a precipice.

Shelved memories are returning
So carefully placed in store
Brought on by distant thunder
Now knocking on the door.