Thunder: A poem by Deepa Gopal

Like all siblings, they did compete in the sport
In all life’s adventures
The sky, their home, their favorite playground
They ran hither thither
They loved their company, always near
Never needed any other
But there were times when they fought
Losing track of time
The sky rumbled all day and flashes appeared
Lighting wriggled like a snake
But sharp and white, fiery in its form
Just behind thunder roared
And rocked the long and wide dorm
Thunder always a step ahead
Lighting that shook the spell
Made her despondent the way things fell
Yet once the downpour cleansed their being
Like any sibling, they become jovial twain
Until another time when things went awry
And they tended to fight again.