Rumbling heard,
Grumbling not absurd,
Tumbling are clouds, sky blurred,
Mumbling as this storm is the third…
Flash lightening,
Clash of Gods “fightening,”
Gnash of teeth, eyes whitening,
Lash of the whip, nights frightening…
Fearful though storms maybe,
Tearful is the baby,
Cheerful am I, not a crybaby…
© e ~ 4/24/11
Anna