Great news – This poem published in Tuck Magazine October 2017


Watching raindrops running down the glass
Waiting inside for the storm to pass
Others are gathering, over there en masse
Getting their instructions from the Top Brass

Nobody knows for who they’re intended
Some will be short, some will be splendid
With thunder clouds they are so distended
Clashing and banging ’till their energy’s expended

Now they have gone and left a rainbow
The gods of thunder defeated their foe
Sun coming out, wind ceases its blow
Thor with the hammer he’s careful to stow

Safely kept ’till next time it’s needed
To a new destination, he rapidly speeded
Crossing the sky, his travel unimpeded
To the site of the next battle, totally unheeded

©peterspoetry 2017

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