A Thunder of Beliefs



A bellowing woman
Her pain increasing pitch with every thunderclap
The thunder and she, they heave a sigh together
And start again
Start again at the same time almost, they

A peal joins them in chorus
Resonating frequencies
A church gathering at some distance perhaps.
In other tones, people join in,
For the thunderclap has brought in rain,
Now, none can move.

The pain changes course from a pain to a scream
A pleading screech changing its frequency
Every second.
The thunder continues to heave.

The chimes stop.
They bow out of the chorus quietly,
In a while the thunder and the woman, they too.
The only difference,
While one is left calm, peaceful
She’s left with bruises
Scars of grief.


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