Storm Without Thunder

Storm Without Thunder

By Ken Croswell

Oh why was there no thunderbolt to strike his stately dorm

And interrupt this deadly night, his deep and darkest storm?

Or how about a maple branch to smash his windowpane

And shower him with shards of glass, making him refrain?

Or maybe puffs of smoke to spark a faulty fire alarm

And rouse the sleeping students who could rescue him from harm?

And did the simple noose he fashioned really have to hold?

Could it not have broken loose and failed to leave him cold?

Why was there no warning us to keep him safe and warm?

Why was there no thunder in the middle of his storm?