Thunderheads
Written: by Tom Wright
9/16/98
O, boisterous clouds,
Why do you pout on high?
With friction so among you,
Will lightening too,
Not soon cross the sky?
In bumping heads,
You cause the thunders burst.
Then in your sorrow weep
And once again your tears,
Quench earth's thirst.
I stand alone surveying aloft,
Your strength and might;
But then like curtains,
You’re parting once again,
For God's sunlight;
Seeing a rainbow hanging,
In...
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