Thunder

A deep, throaty rumble in the night sky

That slowly fills with dark clouds

Brings a sense of foreboding

Nature’s afterthought to lightning

The sound a harbinger of promise or doom

But not to be feared

It’s only waves reaching your ears

The scary thoughts it conjures

Are all in your head

The reverberation in your chest

A mere echo, a resonance

More imaginary than real

Resist the urge to flee

Or hide under the covers

It’s ability to harm you, nil

It’s just thunder, my dear