
Counting Down to Thunder
Counting down to thunder,
how many miles the storm lurks in the night?
Lightning pierces slumber,
grasp the shattered shards of sleep.
Where the welcome rain?
Where the soothing break in summer's pain?
Storms without at last pile high upon the storms within -
thunder's crash inside my skull tore life from many days.
Come tempest wash it clean again.
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