Inside a held breathe,

I wait till the next applaud.

The thunder will come again,

So, I will hold the air in lungs hung like dates till it comes.

I think He’s talking to me.

In sounds so loud,

It comes out of Him as a whisper.

I hold my breath so I can hear him.

I wait for his round of applause,

Clap of thunder and smile of lightning.

He wants me to like it.

And so I’ll clap my hands, too.

Again and again, I’ll clap louder.

Hold my breath ‘til he talks to me again.