I hear nearing claps of thunder
that bestir and actuate my wonder.
How many accompanying deciliters must fall
before the heaven-born cries stop! at all?
When I'm alone I'm only truly so
when a thunderous storm looses its rains below.
It is a delicious solitude that is unique to me now
as I revel in reticence and renew my pledge
to travel the high roads that lead along to knowledge.
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