Diva

She visited during the hottest day of April.
Nary an invitation, she thundered through the heat
And scratched the surface of a sweltering land
With the sharp nails of her crooked lightnings.
Dusky and heavily set, she boomed with might
And all the pale clouds surrendered over the horizon.
Everyone heard her deep alto ascend
And hammer the wind with such magnificent scale.
She made sure her tears would leave an impact
On the arteries and veins of a throbbing city
Whose palpitations are almost close to entropy,
Toiling through the chaos of its daily survival.
She made clear the meaning of her song registered
As a flood that accumulated on narrow streets
Washing away the sins of a slothful, lusty summer
Who was only halfway through his complacent reign.
For her finale, she hit the perfect note – 
The last surge of light that cracked the sky open
Into awakening.  And then, after the eventual crescendo
Dragged her dark gown as she vacated the space
That all the wide-eyed spectators are hushed with awe
Never to forget her tremendous range.