Quietly the Thunder Rolls

Quietly the thunder rolls, over fruited plains Upon a front of angry air, conquering Blowing winds and howling shrieks, billowing Clouds descend with rain and lightning’s flame Solemnly the flower stirs, dancing in the breeze Within a field of swaying grass, pondering Singing sight and harmonies, coloring Face upturned to seek the heavens’ sheen Openly … Continue reading Quietly the Thunder Rolls