storm

The beauty of the storm–the before, the during, the after.

At sky’s edge,
Thunder portents violence.
Rain whispers.
This is calm.

Face upward.
Arms outward.
Rain invites her.
This is hope.

Clouds transform to dragons and gods.
Caged in a hurricane,
Rain lashes her.
This is fury.

Lightning strikes close,
Earth shudders from its scream.
Wind claws her,
This is destruction.

Water rises,
Swallows her,
Cleanses her,
This is release.

Sun awakens,
Gazes at her.
Warmth blesses her.
This is peace.

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