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Thunder, A Companion

The thunder by my bedside, Rocking me to sleep, Reminds me that we asked The rivers to run deep. Prayed for clouds to shade our skin, To pour upon our earth, Please, clouds, keep giving, Prepare for day’s rebirth.   This thunder by my bedside, Shouting by my ear, Shaking my old bedframe, I listen,…… Continue reading Thunder, A Companion