I Come a New Specie of Thunder

I come in the agony of a squeaking tree
Sleepwalker rainfall hallucinating
Angered shrubs running titbit protests
Over hiccups of coughing thunderstorms
I come in the anklets of bossy winds
Kaftan white on catalogue of drooling moon
I come in the raining of bullets
17 venom of death shot into the heart of a school
I come a new specie of thunder
Safeguarding and protecting
I, like a baby thunder, I growl through
A toddler, immersing myself
In prescriptive sunshine