Lightning flashes in a timely
fashion
Notification the show is about to
start.
The skies grow dark, the clouds
fill up
Tiny drops fall as a warning to
those below
Patrons scatter to their seats of
safety
For the intensity of this
performance
Can be quite dangerous; costing
some their season tickets.
Men, women, and children are
among those
That scatter for their seats,
Though their patronage is not
alone.
Among others are God’s creatures;
Living on the land and in the
air;
Knowledge of the symphony is
instinct.
The show begins with sounds from
the percussion,
Blowing hard, then soft, yet hard
again.
While the percussion plays, the
bass section intervenes
With rumbling sounds of charging
bulls.
As the orchestra plays, the patrons
stay in awe
Magnificence fills the sky, all
eyes on the light and laser show.
With a background black as coal
The conductor begins with a
flicker in the West.
A solo from the bass sets the
mood
As the percussion picks up the
tempo.
Crackling and popping form
attention from the East
Accompanied with veins of light
flowing in the sky
Those patrons in safety overcome
with wonder
While darers and runners caught,
sense fear and flight.
Creatures of His, snug in their
dwellings
For this, not most their first
performance.
But whether patrons of safety or
caught in flight
Or creatures of His, all respect
the Conductor and His music.
Time passes; hard rains which
filled the air, now dwindle to naught.
Dark clouds move away; blue skies
become brighter
The percussion has died down, no
rumble from the bass.
The light and laser show gone, no
background from which to work.
The sun beams in; the drops drip
softer and softer
The symphony has moved on; a new
city, a new show.
Patrons of safety and creatures
of snug
All begin to rejoin their normal
scene
Those who dared to brave the
Conductor’s show
Now relieved; a few even brag.
In hours all will forget, the
music of the symphony
Until another day when the
Conductor decides to play…once again.
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