Thunder

Is it really any wonder Some are terrified by thunder? From the sky its crashing boom Seems like a sign implying doom. The ancients likely did believe That punishment they would receive By gods on high assigning blame For deeds their thunder put to shame. But as a child, I heard the tale Of Rip Van Winkle; without fail The part I loved was when he bowled; A strike was thunder, I was told. Since then, I’ve loved that booming sound So let those cracks and roars abound. Of course, I can be cool and smug As long as I’m inside and snug.