When the thunder storm descends
The clouds rumble with a quake,
For the Earth and her companions
She cuts up a powerful link
Letting her much younger nephew
Take a solid images of the quiet world
Every other force goes on pause, on mute
While the two siblings enjoy their ride
Through the Earth, through dust and air!
The wind do their bidding
And if you have much hair
Find a shelter for a bad hair day is awaiting!
And…
Strangely there is a thing between me and the thunder,
Between me and the rains that blow cold asunder
I feel attached to the feats which the storms achieve,
To the lightning which rode the wild skies and made a weave
Of shadows and cloudy stunts, here and there, black and grey
And to the end, does not care what people have to say
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