Thunder
I used to run and hide
When thunder came
Once I was stopped
By my grandmother
She asked me
Plain and simple
Why run from what you don’t know?
She told me how the clouds cry
And the thunder shouts
But soon the sun returns
And fear fades to black
She too
Used to cry like the clouds
And shout like the thunder
Leaving her land
And all that she’s ever known
But just like the sun
She shined
This poem is about:
Me
My family