Thunder

I love the sound of thunder on a dark and stormy day,
My heart is what listens as it rolls across the overcast sky.

Sometimes it never even stops,
Like a singer who never breathes!
It rolls across the sky,
Loud and smashing,
Low and grumbling,
Dark and tumbling!

A single crash lasting minutes on end,
Each rumbling blast blends into the next.
Like a drum it pounds, with bass at its core,
On and on it goes, percussion for a soul.

I love the sound of thunder on a dark and stormy day,
The thunder speaks like words that no man alive can say.