approaching storm

we tremble when we hear the thunder
our fear outmatches even wonder
at brightness of electric sky
in august late or in july

we would consider it a bummer
if there were no lightning in summer
if evening skies of deepest blue
were the only nighttime hue

hot summer days that bring the rain
to cool us from the humid strain
we look for the electric charge
that runs across the sky at large

the wind and rain of thunderstorm
give all our fears and joys a form
of light and dark and wild and wet
the storm that shakes the world and yet

while we sit inside snug and dry
electrics off lest they should fry
and look outside at shaking trees
as they dance in the rapid breeze