Stella Dragonkitty's poem follows a storm from its first gathering to its aftermath, and it moves fast. It opens with a huge mass of clouds, then jumps to trees "busting ablaze" as lightning strikes, a flash of orange that seems to leap off the page. After the fire comes the water: rain pounding down, rivers overflowing, and finally millions of gallons carried out to sea.
The speaker never says "I feel," and that is part of the effect. We get an observer's view, almost like watching the storm from a window, stunned by its size. The feeling comes through in the language instead. Words like "busting," "pouring," and "pounding" are heavy and forceful, and the short, unpunctuated lines pile up with little room to breathe. The mood is awe mixed with a touch of danger. Nature is huge, loud, and indifferent, and the poem lets it run its course from fire to flood to the quiet of the sea.