Thunder Storm

Thunder clouds billow
across the mountains
then converged into the center
of town like a rock and roll band
with an electric light orchestra and
bohemian rhapsody

Animals got to get out of this place
children run to their mamas and papas
sirens screamed like Jimi Hendrix’s guitars
as cars slide along the highways
pelted with rock size hail
Please, please, please, let it stop

With the roar of the wind like a locomotive
people run for cover at the hotel California
while the purple rain continues to fall
and the riders on the storm
wipe out along the roadways.

The bridge over troubled waters
sways as the firemen drive across
listening to their radio
screaming their lungs out
survivors stumble on the bank
shouting, “Help! I need somebody.”

The funnel cloud touches down
twisting everyone around
Oh what a night
at last there is a break
after hours of blowing in the wind

purple haze starts to clear
panic subsides
sounds of silence deafen ears
Everyone will get by
with a little help
from their friends

thunderstorms rocking
the summertime blues.