Clouds roiled by,
doubling their chins.
clearing their throats
over and again,
sending echoes down the line.
Veins popped on their foreheads,
razor lights split the tension–
flash points of interruption.
Then the weeping,
sobbing, lubrication of
pent up anger mixed
with distraught.
A million-billion tears
distilled in sheets,
form rivulets
on the overlooked
guttural indentations
of the world’s skin.
Gerald the Writer 
As I read the poem I let the powerful imagery just wash over me. This poem comes on the heals of my son sharing his experience of torrential rains and hail in Calgary a couple days ago. This poems moves the Calgary experience from a wild storm to The pent up energy that the earth needs to share loose once in awhile.
Yes. Power released, almost relieved. Thanks Jasper.