Storm born

rain thick
ground slick
as lightning strikes my eyes,
lighting up my brain with the memory of daytime,
thunder clears my soul with reverberating passion,
deep rumble fashion,
from the ground up to my heart,
beating slower, calmer, surer,
now the rain is in my hair,
in my eyes, in my skin,
soaking flesh and washing in,
a memory of childhood,
open vista’s, open choices,
and a handful of rain water,
quench the thirst of many voices,
cool eastern wind blows through me,
smoothes the ragged edges down,
keens the voices to a pitch,
a single song,
stray thoughts all drown,
as the storm rain wind sound passes,
smell of calm lifts from the ground.
 
 

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