Thunder

Is it really any wonder
Some are terrified by thunder?
From the sky its crashing boom
Seems like a sign implying doom.

The ancients likely did believe
That punishment they would receive
By gods on high assigning blame
For deeds their thunder put to shame.

But as a child, I heard the tale
Of Rip Van Winkle; without fail
The part I loved was when he bowled;
A strike was thunder, I was told.

Since then, I’ve loved that booming sound
So let those cracks and roars abound.
Of course, I can be cool and smug
As long as I’m inside and snug.