Shout At the Thunder

Shout at the Thunder The clouds are dark and moody The sky screams out, with a shout Above this violent disruption Arrows of scorn rein about Nature is venting her anger Please, don’t get in her way On days such as these be wary Or there will be a price to pay Have you ever had that feeling? Of hopelessness and distress Then shout at the thunder It relieves what you are trying to suppress You will definitely feel the benefit From the release that you extort Although your efforts are wasted In this silent but noisy retort Philip Royle copyright © 2013