Itβs rainining dramatic
Cracks and stumbles
thunderous rumbles
plunging kamikaze droplets
screaming like riotous hordes
drowning out all other sounds
but the crashing of their own
into the rivers of oblivion
engulfing the surface
of all it touches
rushing like the war of ten thousand
but in minutes
And the thunder rolls...
Funny thing, the storm...
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
I Can Hear The Thunder
in this poem. To be caught in a downpour is remembered - :D