Welcome to the Book of Sunder

July

Rising beneath a shrowd of darkness

like raindrops in a storm they fly.

Howling like ghosts in the darkness

Some fall to earth, others fly high

millions more emerging from the darkness

glowing, burning, screaming, rising

Born in flames, and in fire living

From the earth they rise as towers

then explode brightly in firery flowers

Celebratring some occasion

for viewers, this small diversion

to remember thaat day long past

At least for today, while these fireworks last