The audience is silent








No chatty birds a-chirping
The conductor sits waiting
‘Hoot Hoot’, to clear his throat

Now a ripple runs thru the forest
A murmur of excitement
Quiet again, for just a beat-
Now the show begins

Suddenly ears detect
Growing gravely grumbles
The thunder is off
To quiet a start

Now the drops are introduced
‘Plit-plat, plit-plat’
They add to the
Rising uproar

Soon they are transformed
‘Plitplatplitplatplitplatplit’
The noise, deafening
Its barrage makes quite a din

Then ‘CRACK’!
The lightening dances!
Glories in its moments
On the clouded stage!

The climax is fast approaching!
Oh! The Wind howls!
It too plays a part
In nature’s masterpiece!

The trees creak and moan!
Lovely accents to the music
And how their branches whisper!
A serenade, itself!

The beauty demands
Respect, amazement, awe!
Brought together-
Voices of the Storm!



But it must end!
Like all other beings
Even you, can hear
The speed slipping away

Now the trees have quieted
Their part played and done
Fading is the lightning
Its glow is growing faint

Here rain takes its bow
‘plit-plat’ has long since gone
The wind calms herself
And tries to lull the thunder

The thunder is dying
The last one on the stage
One last ‘BOOM’ ends the show
Only the stars, twinkle, and applaud