I say feed me.
Thunder strikes the apple tree and hundreds fall into my mouth.

I say comfort me.
Thunder pauses in the sky, and it becomes peaceful.

I say frighten me.
Thunder cracks the sky in half.

I say heal me.
Thunder makes flowers bloom after the storm.

I say keep me safe.
Thunder booms, I will protect you.

I say love me.
Thunder says, I do.

Thunder is my mother.

By Katalina
[photo by Cody26 on flickr]

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