The storm
I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.
Through darkness it comes
Silencing the soul of earth
With a bolt it shows
The power it contains.
With a clap it brings
Tidings in growth
With a gust it cleans
The dust off of the living.
With wet whispers
It brings life and energy
Tickling every sense
Physical and mental.
We wait with
Held breath of nature.
She breathes, she lives!
It rains!
© 2019 Wendy Engela