Above the city of Los Angeles,
In the gray clouds of rain,
The lines of light,
fly through the air
Thunder is the angry boss
That yells at his workers

Boom! Clap! Bang!
The Horrific sounds of
Pots and Pans
Banging and Clashing
Like a battleifeld
full of barbarians
Banging swords and shields

Thunder is loud and violent
 Cool Clams of Clapping
Commotion and Cups
Yet a boy in his bed
is soothed by the sound
and goes to sleep
his satisfaction, found.