Thunder

From a mile away,
I hear the rumble.
I head to the window,
"Thunderstorm" I mumble.

My smile spreads,
It's going to be big.
I love the downpour,
And lightning I dig.

I love hearing
The sky talk to me.
When it lights up,
I shout with glee.

I love the rain on my face.
I love the deafening thunder.
It always leads to,
"Who"s angry up there?" I wonder.

Next come the puddles.
I'm a kid again.
How high will the splash go?
For a minute, I'm ten.

Lightning strikes.
I encourage it.
"Do it again" I yell,
And again, the sky's lit.

Could anything be better?
More puddles would be nice.
So I could slide and jump into them,
Maybe a few more times than twice.

The rain's letting up,
The storm's almost done.
I wish this would happen more often,
Cuz storms are so much fun.

The final lightning bolt strikes,
I bid it a sad farewell.
"Until next time, my friend,
And you can again, cast your spell."