Dreary night, downpour of heavenly water
Onto the windows of my brick nest,
Thunder is a brash thing, whether by sight or sound it's presence is large
Rolling and crashing down upon humanity's world, reaching from another mystifying
apparition of our planet
To gain an immense knowledge on these
natural phenomena,
I wondered back to the ages of mankind's birth, where such events of chaotic sparks in the sky,
Must have caused great fright into the blood of ancestors
Thus the legends and myths that those clever beings
Conjured up around the fire, tucked away in our
Small shelters.
Away from the big, bad storm
