The Roaring Thunder Poem by Alex Fischer

In the distance there is a sound
Some kind of roaring thunder all around
Sounds of a coming storm
Yet I am wrong
This thunderous beating is not a storm at all
It is a thunderous waterfall beating at a sky of violet

Draping like a veil o'er the age old rock
This roaring waterfall creates such a shock
To the ones who see it when they walk
Walk abroad around the small loch
That roaring waterfall fades into soft
As it pours o'er the age old rock