The Sleeping Storm

Blossoming wind
Rising, fading, almost speaking
Their ominous warning
Their fingers weave through my hair

Gray clouds engulf the sun
Above me, the magnificent sky looms
Streaks of lightning, almost painted
Cutting deep through the gloom
Blinding beams
A low resounding moan
Lamenting thunder
Followed by echoing cries And then

A grand chorus of sky spirits sing
Deafening, soothing
A melody of raindrops
Sing their endless lullaby
Leaves spill water to the soil

Trees sway to the quickening gale
Rain dances in the air
To the crescendo of wind, water and Earth

I can feel the all consuming soul of the sky
Unleashing the downpour upon me
Streams of light breach the waning clouds
To fill me with their ominous strength and mercy
I am the vessel
The storm and I are one

With desperation I persevere I claw my path beneath the surface
To find some rest deep within the Earth
And one day reemerge as a calamity a deluge
None shall see me coming until it's too late