Poem: Thunder


A tremble in the sky
From the gods above,
An exhale, a tear,
A call for love
That we mistake as violence,
A clash in the clouds,
As if love
Can’t be loud
And can’t
Carry the cleansing
Rain of summer’s past
And laughs of thunder
That last through
Blunders and tribulations
Of our imaginations,
That strike the ground
Leaving scars
From hot impassioned strikes
Of lightening.

How can one not see that
Thunderstorms are love
That brings life and pain
And love that wains
Into a quiet, emptiness
After the storm.

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