Thunder

He was thunder personified.

His laugh roared

and his voice rumbled.

 

He would sing Frank Sinatra

as a lullaby.

 

He drenched himself

in cologne,

nostrils flared and people stared

as the lights went out

vision was unnecessary

in his tidal wave of scent.

 

It rained for five days

and when he went away,

a double rainbow appeared

as if one wasn’t enough.

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