You watch the lightning,
Streak the sky.
The Gods are fighting,
You wonder why.

The thunder rumbles,
Crashing and cracking.
The thunder tumbles,
Clapping and smacking.

The rain is tilted,
Coming down fast.
The grass is wilted,
The storm won't pass.

It's calm and soothing,
The thunderstorm.
You lay unmoving,
And listen some more.

You close your eyes,
To listen to the storm.
You think about the sky,
The shape and the form.

-SRM.