#102 (or The Sound of Thunder)

Some might hear the echoes
Detour of the wind bends the rain
Perhaps the shivering of the land
Like a giant walking away

Some might see the wave that comes
and leave its marks in the sand
A dandelion that floats away
spreading seeds at heaven’s gate

But no one could see the bolt
Even if it strikes in our hand
The thunder is there to remind us
that a lightning crossed around there
someday.

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