Thunderstorm

Clashing, Booming, Deafening

a cackling laugh travels through the sky

Splashing, Gurgling, Churning

a powerful roar of water from the heavens

Whooshing, Swooping, Gushing

a gust of wind blows through the still air

Thunderstorm

 The huddled people hide in their humble homes,

and why they were afraid,

nobody knows

A  shiver went through their bones,

frightened they were, so sleep they went, to conceal themselves in their own Utopian glade,

during their dreams, they wish a clear sky, maybe like the painting drawn by Van Gogh

Finally, after a deep slumber, the people of Earth look out their windows,

and they are amazed

The thunderstorm has passed