Static in the atmosphere
Thunder rumbles loud and clear,
A flash of lightning, drenching rain,
A rainbow, and all is calm again.
I may cringe at but I don’t cower
At a spurt of anger that soon blows over.
The sullen lava smoulders low,
Building up for a mighty blow,
As an erupting volcano.
With its smothering ash and fiery glow
And the unrelenting lava-flow
That sears the flesh and chars the bone,
And itself petrifies to igneous stone.
This is the anger that I truly dread
For it runs deep and leaves all of us dead.