Drifting slowly across a bed of thorns,
Waiting always for the breaking storm.
Here it is coming up with speed,
The wind is growing, its movement a need.
And I am in awe.
The rain it dribbles, bouncing in rivulets,
The coolness of the droplets soaking in no diluent.
Dropping harder now brick-like in weight,
The drops change to daggers nothing to sate.
And I am in pain.
Bringing black clouds bounding in layers,
The storm drives right through forcing out prayers.
Un-heeding of target it crashes around,
The wind, the rain one blasting of sound.
And I am in fear.
Without a farewell, a goodbye or adieu,
The rain dissipates leaving the world anew.
Shift in the clouds and above a fresh sign,
The delicious radiation of sweet sunshine.
And I am in bliss.