The Drums Have Died

Where has all the thunder gone?
The lightning's disappeared.
The roar that goes to complete the storm,
has not been seen or heard.

The rain brings disappointment
cause when I hear drops fall-
My mind is telling me to mourn
for thunder, there's none at all.

For nights like this, I long to hear
the thunder's roaring sound.
To see the flash strike past my window
and to see lightning hit ground.

These drums have died.
The area's clear
The death
consoles the fearing.

But for those who
long to hear the sound
will mourn
it's history.