A distant thunderstorm
Makes me wonder
IF above the clouds the ancient gods are warring
Or celestial beasts fighting
Or perhaps the artilleries of fallen armies
Roam the clouds
Constantly fighting over and over
Battles long won and lost
Only remembered in history books
And broken clouds from ghost cannon fire.
Perhaps the raging winds are the ghost voices of charging battling armies
Howling celestial beasts,
Or gods fighting and yelling in god speak.