There is nothing quite like,
The roar of a quiet thunder.
To feel and be aware,
Of its penetrating silence.
Without a sound to make.
Although with an eyebrow raised.
And from fixed glaring eyes.
This thunder can and will chill quickly,
The air to freeze to stiffen bones.
Leaving the experience left remembered.
By those who know why,
Monday, January 14, 2019
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