A Painting of a Summer Thunderstorm

A thunderstorm's prequel lives in a

quiet room in the Museum of Art in

Orlando, it was captured in a memory

not far away,

The clouds hang in a haunting smear

across the sky and move in quickly

towards the viewer at bay

it shakes

the tiny room

with silent thunder

Captivated in the viewer's mind,

it lets you breathe in fresh dew

of the morning while you hug

your arms to shelter from oncoming

rain,

Any moment now,

it may storm away it's fragile canvas

with colors dripping down lush greens

past ivory walls onto the wooden floor.

In fact, the whole building may be

in jeopardy from the unsound structure

it can't maintain in rain.