Out Running the Thunder

The clapping, a long distance runner.

And, I am seeking retaliation thus…faster the tread.

More so goes the panic…therefore, I add four legs.

Soothing the air we bring a thunder all our own.

Nature tailgates from beginning to end.

Each of us searching for the blue sky ahead.

I am immersed by dampening spirit and,

a moist cotton that has begun to cling.

This, a hearkened race, brings forth a sanctimonious friend.