The thunder outside doesn’t roll or crack
it cries out
as if the atmosphere itself cannot bear any more sky breaks under pressure
a sky of glass shattered into shimmering rain
gently seeking the ground
A person who had been
unable to see was given sight
she asked why no one had told her
you could see rain
she had only felt it before
what shape was the rain to her?
Rain as a cycle
water sustains all life
a rhythm we feel in our deepest molecules
we are born in water
our whole lives
a conference of the elements
fire of energy
water to flow
air to inspire
earth to walk
Electricity
lightning
overwhelming the sky
aflame with bright energy
the sky awakes!
Ink Stains 