Thunder Poem

Thunder, like Thursdays
Are grey, white and dark blue
A trickle of brown, a splattering of black
That is my minds visual view
Still, I love them
Loud and cosy
Further influence than a roar of a dragon
Yet comforting, and holds me
God's voice
My name
The something that they share
Sound of thunder
From the heavens
Try to escape, if you dare