Thunderstorm's Dinner Party

Rumble in like a jolly friend
Yellowed and worn grey suit
In the late afternoon

Gossiping to the trees with their open-eared leaves:

" listenlistenlistenlistenlisten "

Sometimes the trees clap "bravo!" for an extra juicy piece of gossip.
Others feign offense and fling their branches back in astonishment:
"Goodness!" (But they're really having fun too).

And the lightening laughs with you, sometimes before the punchline, but you're still friends.

You've always been.
Pals.
And you both roll on.
As you move past dinner time

Into the next county
Taking your party and banter and roaring fun into the night.
Leaving yawns of rain behind gathering their things to go home.