electrical interference.

duders,
it's a full-blown deluge.
a flash-flood down-pouring
of raging stormswept savage gypsy weather,
drowning out the sounds inside with the
din, clatter, and clamor from without.
lightning?
you betcha, neighbors.
in between power surges,
the outages aren't shy about blacking eyes
and skies with deepest darkening darkness.
in fact,
i think it's time to unplug all sensitive sensors,
and batten down each and every last hatch.
the wind is blowing,
the sky is falling,
the lightning is strikingly electrifying,
and it's all really happening.
nothing good can come of this, for us bipeds an' that-
but for the flowers?
it's a drunken orgy of elemental bliss;
never quiet, never soft.....7x14