This magnificent thunderstorm inspired the following poem.
Satan's Hollow sings...
The scent of moist black earth and jasmine
Sounds of crickets and thunder are as music to My ears
Sensation of rain upon the skin
The sight of the full moon drifting in
And out of rolling cumulus clouds flashing
Skeletal trees reach to the sky...
An elemental symphony of blissful meditation.
Candles flicker in the gloom
The Presence dwells palpable thereof
And in the black room...
Overcast visions yield ravenous black birds taken to flight
The spechtre of Samhein looms across the land
As the shadows return to possess the night.