In The Night Thunder Comes

                                                 In the night thunder comes, its agitated roar               resonating through heavens blissful skies.              Its eminence a fervent quest               that quivers through your skin, and                silences trifle contemplations.               The celestial star streams through endless                 distances of space,                 a brilliant stroke of silver                   dancing through the dreamy night,                   in a miraculous escapade.                          In the night thunder comes,                complexities explode under                  the full moons mystic stare,                   before a clean rain chills the                   heartless imperfection of loves promise.                In the night thunder comes, with lightning                  laughing its warning before he rumbles.                 A preponderance of thought,                  fathoms of delicious intent,                    striking through your reckless doubts of                                                certain love.                                                                                                                                                .                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 .                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     .