Thunder Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Stood in the acid rain.
Which hits you from the clouds.
Which you know will wet your hair some more.
AGAIN AND AGAIN.

Oh how it comes that if fills the sea.
And you stand in the thunder sky.
Under sheets of running water dew.
Where the thunder drops hides your cry.

How your feet are feet and far below.
And when your heart is feeling low.
You ask yourself ' IS IT SO? '.
That I could never let you go?