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

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