Thunderstorm

A gentle thunderstorm

Thunderstorm

Thunder rumbles his complaint,
As rain falls down ever faint.
Lightning cuts across the sky,
And the silent wind rushes by.

Rain falls down upon the ground,
And makes green things abound.
Flowers spring up in groups,
Trees find moisture for their roots.

As it falls down upon my face,
I wonder is there any better place,
Then in a field or in a wood,
When God sends Storm to do good?