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.

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Thunder never falls like rain,

leaps suicidal from the clouds.

He grinds his teeth in the refrain
and laments that hes 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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