waiting

[fledgist]

inside the thunderclap purity of sound
a flash and then an overwhelming boom
my body shakes it shakes the very ground
the rain pours down and covers all with gloom
the bright red trees are dulled by the dark rain
their glorious moment moving to the past
beneath there's the low rumble of the train
the hour of duty comes around at last
i want to reach you across all this space
to feel your hand to know that you are there
that you are in the same secure place
regardless of the torment in the air
that's the moment the electric turn
the very rainfall seems to flash and burn