Thunder

a child cowers
and asks in wonder
from whence comes
this terrible thunder
but we of years know
having listened intently
to blow after blow after nlow
this awful, growing crescendo
heralds the flooding rain
heralds the lightning
that brings bright pain
and in its crushing greatness
in its dark and swollen form
it heralds the terror,
it heralds the storm.

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