A Land Of Thunder Poem by Ronald Strickland

I go to bed now. The trees sway as the stormy winds blow.
The homeless find themselves with thoughts on
their mind of a past when there was better times.

A child is awoken by the thunders roar, and
the mother stumbles in the darkness as she
goes to soothe the child's cry.

The automobiles roar in the
distance each with places to go.

And I remember a storm so long ago, far from home
and so alone in a place that was not my home.

Dreaming of a day that the storm would end.
I would be home again and hear the voices of
my childhood friends. In the distance, now
so near the sound that rumbles the earth beneath my feet.
If it was only thunder that would be so sweet.

The stains on my cloths I washed away with the monsoon rain,
the water is red as I see it draining away.

I'll sleep now maybe tomorrow the sounds of
today, will move away.