Brooding sky darkens, A face displaying its emotion. Forest quivering with hushed anticipation, Waiting for the outburst. Distant rumbling, Preparing to unleash pent-up force. Wind, a chilling gust, Threatens to rend asunder all that resists. Lighting illuminates churning clouds, Releasing thunder in a cry of pain. Pouring rain, culmination, A torrent of innumerable tears. Storm. A raging strength when I am weak, Giving my soul a voice to speak.
I was outside in the early evening as a storm was coming in. It formed right over my house so there wasn’t any delay between the lightning and thunder. I just stood out in my yard holding my arms out and waited for the rain to come. It was beautiful! The only thing that would have made it better would have been to share it with Rachel…