The Thunderstorm

THE THUNDERSTORM Awesomely adoring was the rain She cries out in furious torrent Her pains came forth with the lightening The thunder announced her sadness Erupting emotions long repressed How unceremonial was her demise Without gunshot in the hollows Terrific! Terrific!! Terrific!!! Beaten blue-black And lament, but my travail escalates The ozone fares no better: She laughs brightly as my pain up-beats So enmeshed in agony Certainly she’s lost no sight of hope Though crave for the final moment Meanwhile, eternal hope keeps me in the bondage; Yet, how could it have been known! As to marry even in lamentation But always keep hope in sight For she would finally arrive