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Anger is presented as a natural force whose honesty lies in its sudden, undeniable sound.

The fragment is brief, but its comparison is sharp. Thunder does not reason or decorate itself; it arrives with force and makes itself known. Honest anger is imagined in the same way, as something elemental rather than manipulative.

A single line on an otherwise bare page: 'honest anger is like thunder-'.

The whole poem is one line, and the trailing dash leaves it open, as if the comparison continues into the silence below it. 'Honest' is the load-bearing word: the line specifies not anger in general but one trustworthy variety, distinguished from the manipulative kind by sharing thunder's qualities. Thunder reasons nothing and decorates nothing; it arrives with force and announces itself. By that analogy honest anger becomes weather - elemental, momentary, and part of the world rather than a fault in it. The bare page is part of the form, giving the aphorism room to ring.