I remember those
with thunder in my head
I could not remember
where I had been,
who I was with,
and for certain not what I had said.
I no longer dance
with demon rum,
nor his enticing friend whisky.
I can be myself with laughter
replacing the thunder mornings instead.
Now the thunder in my morning
Is a wondrous electrical storm.
I watch it out my window
whilst I stay safe and warm.
The thunder in my spirit dances now with glee
As I watch the Creator dancing in lightning across the sky.
Oh, yes, the thunder morning of a storm truly beckons me !
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