To Look Up

Under the mighty thundercloud warm air is  drawn 
Yet the wind whips simultaneously From the rising wall of slate 
Steep and anviled, ominous is  the beast 
And precise as the shutter closed,
A grinding rumble from the depths of the grey was sounded
Like a giant awakening;
And so drawn am I to
Beauty seen in the striking skies;
Shielding ugliness at what is left behind 
Biblical in scene 
Of flood or gale 
When the giant takes its leave.
Day after day
Storm after storm 
To look up we glimpse heaven’s  beauty manifest  
Preferable to downward cast.