AshOni sonkEt (distant thunder), 070617
When the sky boils over In shades of scudding grey When the clouds talk loudly to each other I wonder what they say?
Do they like to light up the place Where they are around? Do they decide upon the spot and then Zap electricity to the ground?
Do they peal out with such loud thunder To give us folks a jolt? Perhaps they feel quite gleeful When we jump at lightning bolts!
It’s quite easy to feel happiness When it’s a fleecy, blue-sky cloud. We feel much more overawed and quiet When the cloud lights up, and cracks aloud.
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