In a Storm, 7-23-91


A flashing stroboscopic light
     As another bolt comes down
Faster than the eye can see
     And followed by that massive sound
The rain comes pouring down as though
     Someone just turned a faucet on
The thunder rolls above my head
     It seems an age until the dawn
Outside this little brightened circle
     Provided by a feeble flame
The darkness seems to rule supreme
     Except when lightning flares again
I don't know if gods or demons or spirits
     Are responsible for this all
But I know the power behind this
     Makes every man seem small...