storm

Sitting outside watching the storm roll in. 
The smoke-colored clouds–
they swirl and move 
with ease and command, unrivaled. 
In a moment, a deep rumble–
soulful, resonant. 
I feel the vibrations echo in my bones.
Then, from the edges, 
a crack of lightning,
as if my eyes blinked.  
The flash set off an alarm–
birds flee their branches to find a new haven,
a child squeals as his mother summons him inside. 
I sit with you, 
entranced by the impossible depths of the sky above. 
You say, “rain is coming,” and take refuge inside. 
I stay–watching, listening, waiting. 

The clouds drum on, 
as they march across the sky. 
A breeze touches my skin, 
A rush is heard in the distance.
Trees bow before the wind.
And then, 
rain. 
Sweet, summer rain 
cleansing the air, 
watering the plants, 
reviving my withered self back to Life.