thunderstorm

A heavy mass of water and dust, I walk gracefully upon this grey stage.
I stand in the center as my audience below me walk hastily armed with umbrellas.
I start my performance with a low booming tune.
my voice crackles as lights violently dance as back-up dancers around me.
My song is so moving that I cause even myself to shed tears of ice and rain.
I would've appetiated a standing "O" for my hard work, but my audience has taken to shelters to avoid my baseball-sized tears.
I take a bow and this is how a proper storm is done.