THE THUNDERSTORM

Fierce lightning strikes again,
an oak tree crashes to the ground.
With a single slash at the power line,
the thunder attacks with its deadly sound.

As the misty clouds rumble through the sky,
a fresh spring smell blows by our noses.
I stay in bed under blankets of cotton,
listening to a tape of Guns 'n Roses.

Acute lightning, mysterious thunder,
lightening up the evening sky...
-but still forcing terror, the storm rules tonight,
not letting up as it passes by.

The thunder ceases as the lightning stops.
no trace of it, sound nor sight.
Still silent rain falls on from the sky,
that thunder storm is gone tonight.