Karen and Tina Rice

AND THE THUNDER ROLLS

The wind blows, the rain falls, the lightning strikes,
And the thunder rolls.

A shell hits the bottom of a hot Howitzer with a hollow thunk,
And the thunder rolls.

The FO mutters tersely into a field phone,
And the thunder rolls.

A round is fired for effect,
And the thunder rolls.

The FO calls in an adjustment to the Howitzer,
And the thunder rolls.

The round is on target, the mission completed,
And still the thunder rolls.

The wind howls, the hail falls, the lightning strikes,
And for him the thunder will always roll.

©Copyright April 3, 2008 by Tina and Karen M. Rice

Author’s Note: With apologies to Garth Brooks