Thunder

Oh, thundering thunder,
Why do you shout so loud?
What are you telling me thunder?
Minuscule me, beneath the clouds,

You always keep rumbling,
Sometimes, far away mumbling,
You always leave me wondering,
With all your mumbling and rumbling,



This pouring rain is terrible,
All your songs with it, horrible,
I complain for I am no noble,
A cure for me, impossible,

Irrelevant to what I say,
You shall continue thundering on,
Unto eternity shall remain your sound,
Your mood seems to be an agitated one,

Now I finally understand,
The language you are talking,
To the life on earth your telling,
Fear not thy growling.