Thunderstorm
The storm above the river roared,
With all its gathered might,
Recalling ancient legends stored,
The Thunder-maker\'s sight.
\"It is God\'s wrath upon the lost,\"
They crossed themselves in fear,\"
A heavy price the proud will cost,
To make the sinners clear.\"
The storm played out and took its rest,
The Oyat filled with rain,
A river with good meaning blessed,
To find life\'s sense again...