Thunder and Lightning
The rain comes down.
It tries to drown out every sound.
With pounding drops and clouds overhead,
No one really lies safe in bed.
The little ones sit up, their fists in their ears.
The teenagers smile; they aren't the only ones with tears.
For the sky has decided to cry on this night,
It thunders and shouts- no one dares put up a fight.
Where are the words with the clouds cave in?
Where are the shouts when the thunder wins?
The sky is wet, but the eyes are dry,
As their minds wonder why the sky decided to cry.
Because those are tears rolling down your windowpane.
The tears of the wounded, the broken, insane.
And the thunder is roaring with anger unseen.
And the lightning proclaims; it wants the world to be clean.
It flashes, it flickers, it worries and shouts,
Until the thunder finally decides to come about.
Together they work, always in harmony,
While the rain pounds out the peaceful melody.
A thunderstorm is scary, it's wild and feared.
It's a beautiful horse that's drawn back and reared.
There is beauty in the rain.
There is cleansing from the pain.
Because in this night,
The sky decided to cry.