Thunder speaks to you

I have heard many voices
Plight of fisherman
Sight of daily wagers
Night of thieves
Height of thunderstorms
Their loneliness
It may be alien to you
If you are delicate
They may scare you
But look beyond, please
You can see withering gems
And their belief in this nature

If you can't see all these
At least listen to a thunder
Its anguish
Its nothingness
They are alarms
If you are open
Or at an open space
Seek refuge
In them
Through them
Perhaps, yes
They are the gateways
Towards the sky
And its manifolds

To be sure
Whether thunder
Seeks truth
Stretch your hands
Towards your stranger
And greet all gods
A good bye
And smile at me
However grave it is