A hand that's reaching

A hand that's reaching
For something to grasp
Twisting,moaning
Afraid of god's wrath
Fingers trembling
Wrist shaking
Afraid to let go
Of nothing
As shades of black to white
Flash in the sky
Roll down beads of sweat
As thunder tries to bend
Asking for some money,a home,some food..maybe a blessing
It's sad, no one is willing to share
And the hand is afraid again
For no one is really there