Thunder Roll
Unmistakable!
Imagined distant canon roar,
The first, “Boom!” of war,
Another and closer still,
A rolling cloudy clamor,
A thunderous cymbal crash,
A depth beyond,
Fuller,
More resonant,
More deeply felt,
Than man could ever create,
Or orchestrate,
Heaven drawn,
In awe enveloped rapture,
Waiting,
Anticipating,
Eyes drawn to where the ears have led,
Upwards,
As one's heart rests within,
The gray cloud covered sky,
And, all at once,
Descending,
All moist in movement,
Straight as string,
The deluge streams,
It dampens everything beneath,
Leaf, flower, and blade,
All and everything,
All,
Except my soul!
Peter Lowell Paulson
July 22, 2017
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