I will start by stating that I learned an interesting new word today. A word that if you had described to me I would have questioned the existence of such a word. That said, there is some exemplary use of descriptive language in this poem!

Everything from powerfully evocative

>a fireball smashes through glass  

to the fantastically placed onomatopoeia of

>as the hissing static of raindrops  

is just absolutely infused with vivid language. Your writing creates an empathy for the narrator that I can't properly put in words. Each line is so emotionally charged and creates such a real sense of build up that you can feel it all the way up to the both literal and literary climax that goes off like a bomb. Then it is followed by the exhausted euphoria of the aftermath. It feels so real that you can almost directly understand what brontophilia would even feel like.

My favorite line is  
>A whip cracks above me,  
>like God clucking his tongue.

It absolutely solidifies that idea of witne

Like a radiant sun,   
a fireball smashes through glass:  
the sky is shattered.  
It lights up my eyes,  
my lips open slightly,  
the rhythm of my heartbeat quickens  
in amorous anticipation.  
Rain pounds mercilessly down –   
like someone easing up a dial.  
The intensity builds  
And builds –  

(one one-thousand... two one-th-...)

There!  
A whip cracks above me,  
like God clucking his tongue.  
Earth rumbles and moans,  
as thunder vibrates through her,  
gently shaking my bones.  
Watching the trees shiver,  
I’m slumped against wet stone,  
as the hissing static of raindrops  
beats me deaf and dumb.  




Criticism: [1](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/4o5rt6/bums_playing_drums_on_the_street/)/[2](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/4o6rdh/lilly_hope/)

Brontophilia