Thunder God.

An orange frilled lizard, kicks
up dormant dust.
As the boy strolls along the sun beaten
track. Worn thin
with

Though The Clouds Promise Rain

Though the clouds promise rain
and they're filled to the brim,
They are sure to spill over
And

Water vapors, slowly rising,
spring time cuckoos call,

First a dove, perhaps a wolf, a rocket ship to mars,
for little boys

Clouds are like waves
in an ocean of blue sky
on a windy day
rushing forever to meet the shore
they cannot

In a child's eyes

Anger begins in the west,
Stealing away the sunny day.
The humidity becomes oppressive,
Walking outdoors like a steam room
And