Thunderstorm voice

Your voice is a thunderstorm
More often than not.
A rumble, approaching a roar. 

All I can do is quake and avoid your eyes
As the thunder shakes my foundation,
Reverberates through my bones.

When your face goes cold like that I know
What’s coming
A rainstorm of my own tears,
Threatening to drown me
As you pull me down. 

Why can’t you use your thunderstorm
Of a voice
To praise me
Once in a while? 

Why does it always have to
Be more anger
Than sweetness
When it comes to you?

© 2020 Leona Petrovic

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