The day is late.
flashing cumulonimbus goliaths rumble toward us from the east.
On the dock, it's still warm.
The roll cloud arrives first.
With howl and boil it sweeps low overhead
bringing a chill that unnerves.
Yet, as thoughts turn to camp and shelter
the sun slips defiantly under the blackened sky
torching the swamp across the river with a orange glow
saying this is as it should be
We retreat to the cabin
warmed with knowing we had witnessed
a phenomenal and beautiful moment.
Always beyond amazing.