Lightning strike
Dark faces of glebe
Like morn 'twere
The bosky ignite
Wildfire that run
Quenching its thirst
In bounteous fall of rain
Mortal act
Celestial play
On terrestrial plain
On both hands
Rocks strike
Thunderous sounds
With streaks of lights
Lightning like
Dry leaves torch
Eureka! Cry
Others girt
Transfix in the wondrous
Moments of meridian
Growing heat
Rouse to them to life
Fount they run to
Scooping water with hands
To quench the fire.
« return.