Sun being reflected upon the sidewalk, shadows hiding beneath
an overhang, listening to "Thunder Road" as it hits mind and
intellect intensely.
Remembering living through a hurricane when nine years old,
lightening, thunder, rain hailing down, might have been so
frightening had it not been for the thundering.
Why? you may ask, well the thunder letting this mere poet of
nine to be reassured inside the house, not able to see it
rumble, but hearing its thundering kept on reassuring this
little child life was still living and strong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem