Thunder Storm

Listen to the thunder, In the distance hear it roar. It's splitting asunder, The heavens as never before. Bright lightning strikes, Turn the deep night to day, Rain pelts the roof top Of the bed room where I lay. Through my open window, A fragrant breeze blows. With the smell of moist Earth, As the sky fairly glows. What a marvelous magical thing, A thunder storm can be. The blowing wind seems to sing, Raising fear deep within me. But the worst now is past, All that remains, is the comforting sound, Of the rain thats fading fast, And the smell of wet ground. 6/6/10 29 palms ca.