Thunderstorm
“Rain, rain, go away!”
I’ve heard so many people say.
But malice clouds that won’t be told,
Do spit at us a liquid cold.
As thunder roars and lightning strikes
The darkest skies do come alight.
And heaven throws its sodden darts
To drench our bones and chill our hearts.
The rivers swell, the houses shake
And age-old trees do bend and break.
For I have seen the great oaks fall
When bitten by the Devil’s fork.
Another flash of blinding light
Makes silhouettes against the night.
And then, as if the sky were torn
The thunder sounds its angry groan.
And children weep and hide in fear
Afraid that demons will appear.
For on these nights, they have been told
The Bogeyman will claim their souls.
When it seems its work is done
And prayer has helped the best it can.
The angry beast will move away
But lie in wait for other days.
