Thunder, so sad. Always following lightning. Never on its own path. Loudly it crashes, but just as quick as it appears we earth dwellers bask in the all but brief lightshow that thunder’s friend put on. Do thunder and Lightning enjoy a drink when the storm’s work is done? Or are they forever stuck in different dimensions of sense – sound and sight? Thunder, my friend, let out thy roar through the night sky and I will embrace thee, as loud and as shadowed as you may be.
