the thunder

The thunder rolling

The dark clouds emerge

The loud thumping

The beat of Nature

The flashes of light

It sparks in the eyes

The ears pick up the sound

Sometimes it makes the jump

The searching of evil ones

They hide under the trees

In the homes they are afraid

Of the praying and singing

The thunder rolling

The light flashes in the sky

The tree branches fall

The evil ones get hit*

We don't hear the scream

It is as silence as the dead

We only see the quick flashes

From the windows saying a short prayer

The cats will run to hide

Under the bushes, broken tables or chairs

Sometimes they huddle underneath the roof

Afraid of the rain; beauty will be gone a while

But the thunder keeps rolling

In the dark clouds and the rain

Somewhere on the low lying areas

People will cry living in fear of tides

* the tales from the old