Blitzkrieg

Nebulous                        Nimbocumulus              accumulates

Overhead  as we ready ourselves for round two with the weather.

They oscillate. They ferment. They brew, ready to explode above our heads to

Rain down the frightening flood but they instead choose to linger above us and

 Our party is coerced to wait in anxiety for we know hell is about to

Unleash itself all over our joyous occasion any second as we hear the

Trembling thunder that resonates asunder— a clue

Of what                            is about to                         come and

                                                                             C      R     A     C      K

                                                           Down pours the army

                                                Of raindrops upon

                                                Our     heads

                                                                        With a peal

                                                                        Of thunder

                                                            The flood

                                                Ensues

                                                         Like an

Egg  that

                                                              Has just

                                                Been

                                                         Cracked.

BLITZKRIEG.