Curtain of clouds

The ominous sky was a stage that day.

The wind controlled the curtain of clouds

That hid the stage from view.

We could not see the strange ballet

Till the curtain was opened wide.

Then we beheld the lightning's dance

As it leaped and whirled on pointed toes

In time with the thunder's chant.

It flashed and rent the sky apart

As it leaped from place to place

While dancing precisely and ever so nicely

On pointed toes.

 

Mary M. Coughlin

Done