Gedicht – ThorA

Grey skies are

underappreciated

underestimated

The sound of

thunder and

Light

 

I wish I was a God

a Goddess

throwing lightning bolts

I would fly

High

Winds storming

nigh

Soaring

Through the sky

like a hurricane

Lie

on my back

looking Up

Rain strings

sweeping in my face

 

All the different moods

the clouds are in

And behind the grey

always

the blue

Always