The Thunder.

There’s the sound of thunder, but it’s in your eyes. Close them and you’ll hear it. Stuck in your head and inside your soul, it rumbles, like rocks on metal. So loud, deceiving, reflective of your fears. But fear doesn’t rest in thunder; it rests in all those tears. Lightning strikes through the rain, pouring, like blankets in the sky. It strikes your heart; you’re left to die. In the pouring rain and thunder.