Thunder

By Alexandra H. Rodrigues
Published in Great South Bay Magazine 2014

No, no, no – I am not afraid
Outside it is dark but not yet late.
Lightning bolts crisscross the sky
Dark, threatening clouds keep rushing by.
The power of nature we cannot ignore
We are shocked by thunder’s ominous roar.

This is God when he has reason to scold
As children we were often told.
One can hear the storm approach real fast
And we hope that not too long it will last.
Afraid I am not but tense without doubt
Even my dog appears to pout.

This fiery, noisy show close by
Has rattled my nerves, I cannot deny
We will do well from haughtiness to refrain
And seriously imprint in our brain
That in a superpower’s hand
We are nothing but a speck of sand.

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