Thunder Strom

Boom! Crash!
The angry lighting
punches a tree down
with its hot hands.
The humid air hangs
over my head like a weight.
Flashes of light slash
through the sky.
The thunder roars
like a hungry lion.
The swift wind swishes
through my hair.
The sky gets darker
and darker,until drops
of warm water splash my face.
I stand in a doorway
and watch the water pour down,
making the glass dance.
Little rivers run down the street
minute after minute
the clouds walk by
and out comes the sun.