I've always been afraid of thunder.
Mother always told me it was a sign of
God's
Anger
Sadness
Turmoil
Distress.
A child,
I cowered
At the wrath of God.
The skies opened
And the heavens cried.
Why does God cry?
Why is he upset?
Why does he throw things?
Pit, pat.
Pit, pat.
His tears fall.
Well, my child,
Perhaps he has lost one of his.
Can He find them?
We may not know.
You see
People
Lose themselves.
Death
Greed
Lust
Addiction
But mother,
Tell God
not to be angry.
Lost things only need to be found.
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