Chimes of Thunder

The indoor stage could contain my spirit no longer! I slipped beneath the cracked back door and ventured into the open courtyard. Looming before me was an iron stand bearing hollow metal tubes that swayed silently. I planted my boots wide upon a sun-warmed stone, reared back, and drove my forearm straight into the lowest suspended rod! The clatter was magnificent—a piercing, metallic cascade that shattered the garden quiet like a rolling tempest. I raised both fists, commanding the breeze to sustain the reverberations!