Thunderstorm - A fantasy or fact
Good afternoon steeming dreamers, I was pointed out to me that I need to learn to write, am an inept not adept, as they read they wept, fell into, slept. That is because I have been schlepped.
Yet from the coffin, the lid nailed upon, while I wondered what I'd done, the shovelfuls of dirt thundered with a clap, to cause me to eternal sleep. I did cry not nor begin to weep, nor did I enter eternal sleep though I was trapped within a keep, I thought not made a single peep.
Soon sure that I was to die, it was certain I cannot lie, though lay face up hands on my breast relaxed here in my tomb, my chest.
I recalled a memory which now is old, of when I was young and oh so bold: I spoke to my sergeant over me as an equal of what I did see.
We were in Oklahoma, a cloudy dreary night when suddenly there afar a light, one thought it was a rocket in flight, followed by thunder which wasn't right. Not for a missile of that type.
It was then that I beheld the sight and saw again the forked sparked strike, THUNDEROUS!
My night vision is naturally well, better than most as I can tell. Once it was gone and went away but God restored it, was it for this day?
Though there threw thunders, electric blue the night sky cracked, not a drop fell, and what I saw I began to tell.
It was hot and it was summer, the clouds hung heavy on so low. One could almost touch them and like a nimbus that appeared to glow then grow.
Expand across the thunderhead, increase in luminous intensity, grow in energy. Bursting to let go. In an instance the field collapsed to a glowing point. Within the cloud at source of light, Zeus did a great bolt throw. CLAP!
It was overhead. The strike was very near. Yet, so was I enamored with, excitedly, at above I did shout: A deuterium, tritium natural combination before our eyes reached critical mass!
Did you it, Sergeant?
See what I can't see anything.
Look over there it's happening again!
Where, right there in that cloud, it's beginning to glow, see it?
Yes, I do.
Kaboom!
Five, ten, twenty, a hundred we saw it over and over again. There was repeatability.
We could make the environmentally safe atomic bomb, I said.
A lightning bomb? The sergeant asked.
Yes, look at the force of that explosion.
The next day, there was the drug test. First the captain yelled at me, then the Colonel.
I got pissed. I took a broom handle while I was held in a side office while my gate was debated. Blessed it, turned it into a holy vessel for weather wizardry.
As I was escorted to the Court's Martial, by a phalanx of guards marching to cadence I yelled,
I, even I, CALL FORTH A THUNDERSTORM FROM THIS CLEAR SKY.
It was far superior than the one night before and it soaked us.
The sergeant reported what just happened, what I did moments ago.
The officer in charge of the Court's Martial made a phone call to the base weather desk.
Wasn't it supposed to be clear all day long, Yes, Uh-huh, it formed where, longitude, latitude - that's our parking lot! Thanks.
Yes, sergeant this the army we believe in God. That's how we win.
His drug test is clear - KABOOM, KABOOM, KABBOM - ALL CHARGES DROPPED.
Sergeant, detail dismissed.
Yes sir. The detail left.
Now how does the environmentally safe bomb work?
Yes, I heard someone yelling as I heard digging. Shovels hit the lid.
I am fine, I spoke loudly. This was third time in four months.
Chill out, wait patiently, my guards will figure out I have been snatched as soon as starts the thunderstorm.
Thanks. Dream and steem away.
And before I pass away I say thanks to on high that He does things to stay the hand the hand of death, whether 'tis above or below ground his lay. I think for Him it is fun and play. So don't forget He gives when you pay.
Thanks again.