A low murmur thunder

Rolled past this way.

Made me sigh in wonder

If it had a place to stay.

*

There wasn’t a flash

In this windswept day.

Not even a crash

Through the pouring spray.

*

No bright razor edge

To peal the sky in two.

Nor a crack or sledge

Or how do you do.

*

Just a lumbering bumbling

Baritone fade.

A tripping and stumbling.

I wish it had stayed.