THUNDERSTORM
Gray clouds slowly cover a blue sky, Menacing,They chase away the fluffy white ones,
Those you wish were pillows in the sky,
I stood in the middle of a field, On a beach,
No, In a meadow, Watching as day transformed,
Into evening at noon,
A slight breeze played across the tops of weeds,
Breathing deep I could smell the rain,
With a low rumble thunder could be heard as light flashed across the sky, On this dark horizon,
A bolt of lightning, a sharp crack, the heavens opened,
Rain began to fall, wind picked up carrying dust and leaves trying to chase me away,
I wasn't going to run, I was here for the whole show,
Rain fell from a sprinkle to a steady downpour,
Another flash and a boom, The great storm began,
I stood there, In the rain as the wind whipped my legs,
sending weeds in a frenzy, swirling around my legs,
I stretched out my arms, my clothes drenched and clinging to my body, Looking up as drops of rain,
collided with my face, catching drops on my tongue,
Rain continued to fall on me, on nature,
on everything, Till I become one with the rain,
Feeling every drop as it fell to earth,
Exploding on impact, Expanding in ripples of life,
Absorbed by every organism that needed it's thirst quenched, All washed away and clean,
I raised my voice and shouted at the storm,
In the middle of its rage, Standing here in the ,
middle of the meadow, I shook my fist at it, Strike me if you can, all the time I smiled,
yet it looked down at me, I was too small,
The thunder sounded like laughter as it echoed off,
into the distance, but from where I stood,
I could swear it rained harder on me than any where else,
Slowly it passed overhead till but a distant sound remained, I turned and walked away...
Richard E. Cartledge PHOENIX 9/29/09 (c)
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