The thunder came

In the early morning.

 

 

I heard the heavy rain

And saw the lightning

Flash across the  summer sky.

 

 

Alone at home

I thought of the old gods

Who  will remain

When man can no longer see

The lightning

Nor hear Thor

Laugh

For he knows

Civilisations rise and fall

And men are fragile

As glass

In shop windows

Lighted at night

To display

What we know

Must pass away.