The blast erupts off the precipice.
Pure force falling down the ravine,
Like someone up there is pushing it,
Forcing its fall.

And it falls, gathering speed,
Rolling through the trees,
Howling
As it tears leaves
And whips them into the summer frenzied air.

And as it reaches us,
This ball of force,
It evens out and spreads,
Pooling in the dam of treetops,
Feeding of the excitement of quivering leaves,
Curling my skirt around my knees.

And rustling,
A low, deep chuckle of delight,
Stirring the exhilaration in my breast
Before the sluice gates open and it moves off into the night.