Thunder and Lightning
was frightening when we were small.
Now we are older and a little bolder.
It does not seem to matter at all.
The house can shake.
The rain can pelt the window hard.
with each crash of power.
the fascination can tower.
Beautiful lights of white from the sky.
Thunderous noise from way up high.
"God is moving his furniture" my Mam
used to say.
Us children would be huddled together all day.
Now I love listening to every pound.
Does not matter if no one is around.
A force of nature comes to ground.
Thunder and Lightning do your sound.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem