I often wonder,
what it is about
thunder

that causes
such a
mysterious

sensation,
from deep within.

There are times
when I’m smitten
with a grin,
as I

ponder and reflect
upon
my life as a child.

Thinking
about the thunder
that would rain down

when we least expected
it.

And then?

Running,
hiding, and trying to find
a place to not be affected

by it.

And, as I write that last
stanza, it occurs to me,
the “it”
in compilation, is unseen

and hidden from view.

A mysterious, and, yes,
often ominous feeling,
even when the thunder
was not dealing it’s clatter.

Hiding under bed,
waiting, worrying, and
unofficially praying for a stead-
fast reprieve

form the hidden noise.

And, oh, what a joy!

When finally released
from the deluge
of noise,

which overwhelmed
my every sense
until, finally,
yes

poise,

did return.

And, I could crawl
out
from underneath,

and, once again,
breathe in
the

salty air
from the rain,
which did just fall.

Oh, thunder, you
are oft criticized, and
yet, are a part of
Nature, so I

do surmise,

you are elegant
in your ways.

And, I do always
pray, for a return
of the rain.

So if you must
also return,
very well,

I will prepare
as needed,
and,

see you thunder,
on the other
side of
the

season.

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