Lightning flashes, I hear the thunder's drum
I stand transfixed by this hypnotic thrum
Dark clouds veil the sky, I feel great fear
The wind whips about me, 'will the sky ever again be clear? '
'when it does, what will have been the cost?
a mighty storm it is! how many lives will be lost? '
I ponder these things, my mind wonders free
Just as the rain begins to fall upon me
I withdraw my gaze and with a gentle stride
turn back to my house, and go inside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem