Thunder comes a sound cocoon in the black.
Thunder awakens the best version of my primitive self.
The thunder came as emotional rollercoaster when twinned with the earthbound lightning.
Thunder came as a roared promise of rain.
Thunder came as if it were the petals to a flower fairy, umbrella and cocoon.
Thunder came as if God's announcer had picked up a megaphone.
Thunder came as if to enrich the cloud-conjured sense of midnight.
In this storm I am light, as if shadows could be inverted to shine in dark times. The thunder comes as heaven's drum-roll, the invitation for heroes to take to the stage and show that adults have what it takes stay strong until the calm and gentle days return.