The Ambush

Thunder doesn't lead to rain In every single case. At times, it just announces A disturbance taking place. I guess it's like the way a growl Implies a close attack. It might be just a warning With the consequence held back. The same applies to life, for we Might heed a false alarm And then discover what we feared Caused not one drop of harm. The ambush or the sneak attack, Without its warning boast, Is what we never do expect And what should scare us most.