Thunderstorm

It crackles like a mid summer beach fire
sparks spitting from salty driftwood
without the sting of smoke
in the eyes of its beholders.
In its glory, thunder roars with intensity
against dirty single paned windows.
Whispers turn to howls
as wind creeps under the seal
tickling the sheer curtains
like serpents’ tongues.
Hail and raindrops the size of skipping stones
throwing themselves against the glass
like desperate women too many drinks in
begging for attention
ugly validation through frosty beer goggles
and empty touches.