Thunder

by Areia   Feb 5, 2007


Thundering
booming
with roiling clouds
I gather on the horizon.
Without me
all water would fail to rise.
But with out them,
I do not exist.
I loom above all else
threatening all
warning all to find shelter
before the storm hits.
waiting-
waiting-
waiting . . .

and then . . .
I release the storm
within me.

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