Tour de Force
Thunder is the sky in primadonna mood –
Building, building – let her brood –
She won’t be hurried, none too soon,
Until the late of afternoon –
When, with a rumble in the wings,
She sings…
Soloing with a cast of thousands –
Turning-on her lights and sound,
And moving into centre stage,
While up in the gods her torrents rage –
As all-consuming, she performs –
The Queen of Storms.
Rhyming Couplets 