Thunder does my thinking for me,

lovely rain-soaked thoughts

underneath umbrellas,

an oasis in vast droughts.

Pretension is so vocal,

the thunder rolls on by.

No thought to spare for talkers

caught in hurricanes, time flies.

Thunder never falls like rain,

leaps suicidal from the clouds.

He grinds his teeth in the refrain
and laments that he’s too proud.

09/18/2003

Author's Note: I'm bored between classes, expounding on a theme and trying to rhyme because I'm out of practice.

Posted on 09/18/2003
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