Summer Storm

The bombs blasting all on the dreamlike ground Everyone is in hiding from the cold fear The earth shaking by the vibrative pound The chilled screams of loved ones is all I hear. The flash tempts the soldiers final retreat But the chief assures that it is alright This gave the thoughts of feeling like dead meat With restless stomachs continued to fight. As the brawl goes on it's harder to move The effort to win makes it worth while The battle not won shows nothing to prove Though the soldiers gave each a foul smile. Mom calls me because my clothes are all wet Told her that was the best thunderstorm yet.