symphony of sound
tic, tic
tic
tictictic
drops of rain before the explosion of storm

how many sounds
of thunder can you hear?
the leisurely bowling ball,
rolling along some lane of the heavens

the grumble
of a disgruntled cat

the Crack! of a nearby explosion
taking out a tree
a transformer
or burning a hole
in somebody’s roof

the echoing beauty
of the tympani
in some Great Hall
constructed of cloud

perhaps in our orchestra
in our band halls
we merely imitate
what we cannot remember
thunder the applause
at the joining of matter and soul
the sound on our planet at
the birth of life