I Enjoy a Thunderstorm

I enjoy a thunderstorm

the show; that’s in the sky,

for it reminds; our busy swarm,

to ask the question, why?

Why do we think; we’re masters?

When the elements dictate,

such natural disasters;

halts designs for hate -

for danger is to swing a club,

as the lightning strikes,

safety could be found be in pub

but, beware of spikes -

tainting every mind some more

leaks begin to drop,

let such a natural downpour,

become a mental cloth –

that wipes away the notion

of: “humanity in charge”,

just hear the thunder’s motion

of it, living it large, as -

ancient deluge washes,

away our hollow crown,

in its way it squashes,

our schemes of “happy town!”