Thunder

Zeus indeed commanded it

Compelling all to bow

A deafening sound, a rumble

What do we do right now?

Olympus dwellers exclaim

And mortals choose parlay

The father of the deities 

Had something else to say

Elsewhere, far, however

The Son of Asgard tries

Without a heavy hammer

Who knows how he will fly

Preceding or proceeding

It ever will be heard

When Odinson approaches

The skies produce one word

Perhaps another wielder

Of wind and rain and hale

Can aptly demonstrate here

Where others ably fail

Demanding eyes to witness

And ears to hear the peals

Let Miss Ororo Munroe

Show you the real deal

But really, as it turns out

The noise, the boisterous din

Brought stormy clouds and rainfall

And joys come from within

'Cause Willy's favorite product

Got soaked and melted, flowed

Into a chocolate river

Confectioners explode