Peal Of Thunderbolt

Amid of the thunderstorm which wrath-ups the thunderbolt strike in the dark starry night.

It becomes murky all-around;

Which environ the stars with vague.

All and Sundry becomes Tonitrophobic by the toot of the thunderbolt.

Ye say, thunderclap is a dolores of misfortune.

Still and all, She decamped to the patio to see such ravishing thunder strike which looks Serene to her sight.

She hears the musical thunderbolt toot which plays symphony in her ears.

Ye thinkth that she’s a lunatic.

Albeit, in her perspective it’s Literary Wondrous.