
Rumbles, grumbles, speaks his mind
There is no corner or space that cannot find relief
until the pangs are tended, mended, and tamed
Fear strikes the heart of man and child alike
as hungry thunder partners with thirsty lightning
to dance a vicious dance, around and around
The storm in their stomachs flips and turns until finally
the dance has ended and all of creation peeks out from hiding
until the next dance may chance or declare a daring dual
Nourished at last, happy and full
Sleepy eyes can rest now
at least until tomorrow that is until the rumbles, grumbles speak again
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.



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