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Jupiter’s Showers

Jupiter’s Showers

Painting of an oak tree being struck by lightning
The sky strikes me with a jagged smile,
bellows with laughter to shake the world—
six, seven, eight seconds later—
from behind a cumulus mask of grey.
It is a dazzling expression of emotion:
a flash of crooked, radiant teeth;
a smile to illuminate the darkness.
Rippling across the eyes like watercolor
seeping along a canvas,
aching to touch the earth
for half a heartbeat.
Maybe pretending to be the incandescent roots
of some heavenly plant,
grasping for purchase
with fiery white determination,
it is raging, dazzling destruction,
blazing with cataclysmic creation.