Waiting For The Thunder

 

Waiting For The Thunder

Waiting for the thunder

 I need the rain

Waiting for relief

I heed the pain

What mortal wants 

To be alone and cry?

What mortal wants to live

Alone and die?

For what is life

That has no kind of meaning?

If all one does is sowing, 

Never gleaning?

If all you ever glimpse

Is the crescent moon

And no butterfly emerges

From it's cocoon?

No melody comes forth

From the violin

And teardrops fall

From the unkind words of men?

What then, I ask myself

As clouds roll in

Wondering where they came from,

Where they've been

The sun is sweet but silent

As I strive

But when the thunder roars

I come alive

For rain is tangible

It falls, I feel it

And the storm is formed

Because I want and will it

These thoughts. they come and go

Inside my mind

As my eyes seek

For love of any kind

But no love appears

So my heart's torn asunder

Yet still I go on watching

And waiting for the thunder.

©by Voo Shining Stone

         May 15. 2025