I am not the thunder
Nor the lightening
But perhaps a part
Of one raindrop
That collided within
The cloud that was
The mother of the light
All of this universe
Worked together to
Create the splendor
A particle from
A distant galaxy
A molecule from
A glass of water
Once drank by a king
A breeze that started
In a lifeless
Part of the frozen earth
The thunder is not I
Nor do I see
The lighting flash
In all its grandeur
My existence is lost
In the fleeting moment
Of its creation

© 2002 Tim D. Coulter Sr.