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I wonder
Who makes the thunder.
Is it Thor
Who makes that roar?

The scientist will say
In a most prosaic way
That there is no deity on high
Merely electricity and the endless sky.

I sigh
For the forgotten days of belief.
This life is brief
And scientists say that there is no wonder
In yonder lightning flash
And the crash of thunder,
Yet still I wonder …

(Written in response to https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/wonder/).


I Heard The Thunder

I heard the thunder, neither loud nor proud.
I can not tell
Whether any rain fell,
Yet I know the well
Is dry.

There are no tears to cry
Save for the crocodile
and I find
That I am sick of the false smile

Coming Storm

I wish that a storm would come.
I can neither run
Nor stay
And pray
For a storm to take
All this away.

Once the lightening has passed
I may feel bereft
At the vast
Nothing left
Behind. But the storm must come
And I must not run
But face the thunder, and stay.

“A Storm Is Coming” They Said

“A storm is coming” they said
Yet I hear no thunder
I wonder
Why this dread
Of the mighty Thor?
We close window and door
And watch the lightning’s flame
Put our civilisation to shame.

Thor he came
Long before
I was a twinkle in my parents eye
And the gods will remain
(but not so you and I).

Out of Tune

Thunder echoes but Thor
Is no more.
People look skywards as before
But only to remark
That the sky is dark.

The rain will clean
For a while, but the obscene
That festers in the calculating brain
Will remain.

The sane
Will go with the rain
That cools
While fools
That nature rules.