The storm labors to bring forth its children
Sweat causes the humidity to rise
First one cloud, then another, another
Fast and furious, the children arrive

Hail scatters some of them across the sky
Tears flood from her eyes in showers of rain
The weaker ones are beaten black and blue
She thunders her loss in loud cries of pain

The storm is sick and so very dizzy
It just wants to lie down and get some rest
It must tend the children that it has left
Tornadoes suckle her low-hanging breasts

She hurls lightning to earth in her fury
She promises justice from teary skies
No one will be safe until she's cried out
This is the reason why thunderstorms cry

(C) Copy written, July 13, 2004, by Karla Dorman.