Eating Thunder

EATING THUNDER I am Storm Lover Eater of Thunder. Ruffled grey beauty of winter's restless water Licks trembling raindrops as they tumble down the mountain, slip into the sea delicate and innocent as babes Into the depths Of no tomorrow My reckless heart races with pleasure, compounded As each grey day begets another As each black brooding tantalizing cloud stretches out welcoming arms To embrace even blacker wilder brothers I devour thunder In great gulps of terror Relish the taste of wind's savage muscle Shudder with icy destruction’s flavor Exult in lingering power on my lips I am Storm Lover. I am Thunder Eater.