POETRY - Thunder and Flute

Thunder And Flute

I crave the thunder

the roll, the black.
I want to feel
it under my ribs.
Feel the boom
the one that comes
with the rain.

Have you ever heard

a flute
in the rain?
The sound pure,
so sweet.
Then the crack,
then the rain.
The sweet longing
of that flute
calling the thunder back.