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THUNDER ON THE PLAINS
It sounds like a train.
My heart is in my chest, as
the thunder rolls west.
I wonder where
the wind is going to blow.
the storm is going to go.
I look around and by the power, I am wowed.
It can draw a crowd.
A loud crowd.
Louder than a crowd at a Kansas basketball game.
So loud, that it seems like people are insane.
In my head, a rain pain.
The rain is good for the grain, neat for the wheat.
Rain drops pop. They never stop.
You can hear them on the house, on the roof.
Lightning is frightening.
It shakes the house.
It battles and rattles the land.
A power that nobody can really understand.
I hope there is not
a tornado.
Houses, tractors, cars, and more get
a roar and a toss as it makes its way across.
It is clear who is boss.
