Thunder
The low rumble says “look out, I’m coming,” but never specifies what to anticipate. Lightning strikes? Floods? High winds? Sometimes even the rain neglects us. Our pup hides under a blanket in her crate, and I contemplate a run to the store for beer and wine. Three years ago tornados were spotted in this area; they never touched our hills. The storm’s downdrafts bring us the fragrance of ozone. I marvel that three oxygen atoms combined in the atmosphere to produce such delight. How I remember inhaling deep draughts of summer storms in my childhood’s last years, watching thunderheads roll overhead, dreaming of victories and love and certainty, not yet knowing that desires change, that the unexpected always seizes its turn.
Under this roof
we smile at the clouds
our kettle whistling
“Thunder” first appeared in The Zen Space in July 2018.
O at the Edges 
I love this very much, especially the kettle. Happy new year, Bob
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Thank you, S! The kettle whistles ablot these days.
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Our juxtapositions to nature’s forces are always in flux. (K)
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They are, indeed! Some more than others.
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I came to say almost the exact same as pleasant street! Odd! I loved this one. 😍👏
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Thanks, Arbie. That kettle just whistled again!
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I like this one very much.
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Thank you, Randy.
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You’re welcome, Bob 🙂
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I suppose it’s the electricity in the air that spins our gears into wanting to make a beer run at same time we’re fearing we might be tornadoed off the map … I know that dilemma! (Usually I stay put.) The other opposing forces I resonate with are ozone delight vs. nervous dog. Our Labrador has pretty much overridden the thrill I used to feel instinctively at the onset of thunderstorms. Now I’m preoccupied comforting her. Explaining ozone to her has yet to provide any relief for either of us …
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Sometimes even the lure of beer and wine can’t entice me to leave the house. Oh, and nervous dogs! Our pooches hide in their crates during thunderstorms, in spite of our attempts to calm them.
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wonderful imagery. don’t mess with this! )
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Thanks, Beth. I won’t! 🙂
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This wonderful haibun reminds me of those days when I used to experience some amazing phenomena of Nature. Besides, the shift and link between your prose and haiku is a twister! I hope the kettle is still whistling? Thanks for sharing this amazing poetry work Bob.
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Thank you! Yes, that kettle whistles frequently. 🙂
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It’s good as the kettle still serves it purpose. I found no contact page on your website, I’d like to contact you Bob 🙂
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The kettle does, indeed. I just emailed you.
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Great, I really appreciate that.
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🙂
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Damn. I keep forgetting.
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I wish I could remember what I’ve forgotten. I also wish I could forget much that I remember.
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