Rode the wicked rail - approached

quickly, was black in hue

Wore a sullen expression as

it horizontally progressed.

Distinctly visible electrical

discharges raced across the

sky - accompanied by flashes

of light, would bring misfortune

to anyone caught outside.

As the storm grew in intensity

the temperature suddenly

dropped - then came hail the

size of baseballs; didn't feel

bad if you couldn't take cover.

The heat from the lightning caused

the air to expand - created large

sound waves; there now existed

a paradigm (and I don't mean 20

cents) - had a distinctive pattern.

But, as quickly as it came, it

left its station - like the ghost

of an old steam engine - but in

its wake left much destruction

Just like a train derailment.

'2008' RLS