describe a thunderhead approaching
As on clear blue skies it’s silently encroaching,
A force as irresistible in strength
As eclipsing visibility in length.
The brilliant sun, just barely hid behind it,
Intensifies the seam that’s silver-lined it –
A mountain cloaked in thick and swirling smoke
Unapproachable by ordinary folk
But with mountaintop that’s glowing as with fire,
And magnificently rising ever higher,
Stark majesty, ensconced in radiant hues
Of whites and grays, and purples, pinks and blues,
Billowed pillars bathed by late-day light,
Soon transformed to lightning-fire by night…
No, words cannot describe a thunderhead –
Especially directly overhead.