Thunder Storms
The thunder recurring,
a pounding of a solitary
timpani.
Lonesome
crying out of people
in rage or anger,
hurt and pain.
Followed by the rains
pelting the roofs
heavenly sorrows,
the suffering of humanity
each drop
a person's tear.
The lightning gone.
Just tears,
grief,
pouring rain.
We hurt each other
and then come
thunder storms.
God's reminder,
an emoting
of our
collective pain.
April 2008
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