#WritcoPoemPrompt64
The heavens are making lines in the sky,
Followed by roaring sounds,
So loud, could be heard and seen wondrously high,
With bits of colossal shaking pounds.

I wondered what was up in there then
is it Zeus and Hera again
fighting and clashing over
over and over again..

The rains poured
Clouds roared
thunder clattered the panes
and lightning frightened the babies


But the earth breathed
and drank and drank
it longed for a drink
and danced along..

The heaven was lit
not up there
Down were we live
beautifully made..
© prana