The Color of Thunder

The color of thunder can only be crystal orange, never lighting blue.
It rumbles and quakes the Florida fruit trees,
but electric currents never flow
in the shade of a giant round ball with rough skin that feels like
storm clouds gathering over the face of the sun.
Rocks glitter only yellow, white, orange, or blue,
burnt in the heat of today, but ripe in the breeze of tomorrow.
Don’t blow the tiny particles of ancient bones away
lest you lose the beautiful pieces of yourself that cling to the tiny shards.
Hues that tumble from the sky like heaven opening its mouth wide
to eat a piece of the moon and the static fire blue
blue like the atmosphere,
blue like the moon,
orange and blue dare not come together
except in the morning dew and the twilight
when the mesh of pink and purple,
confuse their state of mind
and people walk by with glazed eyes
to ask them what went right?
Fire connects with water and energy freely flows
to free the trapped raindrops
into the earth below.