I Wonder

When it’s the thunder,
Like a bystander,
I wonder,
If it’s a command,
Or just the surrender.

When it’s the lightning,
It’s brightening,
I wonder,
If it’s a threat,
Or just a flash of shining.

When it’s windy,
It’s flinty,
I wonder,
If it’s abiding,
Or just a little scanty.

When it’s the rain,
It’s chicane,
I wonder,
Is it to pour loose,
Or just to draw the rein.

For my love of nature, All of these sightings are major, They soothe my senses like non, They are my perfect assuager.