Here the thunder as the storm clouds gather,
Then see the brightness as the light flashes,
From its inner womb,
That gives it the greatest visual detail,
Which soars up in its different shades,
As it columns upward to the Infinite Heavens.
Feel as the wind gusts and blows a damp cool air across your face,
And also through your fingertips,
As you stretch your arms out and twirl around,
And like a sponge… you soak it all in.
Smell the freshness of the air,
That the storm has brought as it had passed,
Feel the dampness of the tree bark,
As your hand slides down the rough and smooth sides of that tree,
Smell the moss and grass that fragrance the air,
With their water-bathed fresh scent.
Hear the water dripping off the leaves,
As the droplets merge together,
Then slide towards the tips and edges of each leaf,
Then fall onto the soil and vegetation filled ground.
Hear the birds sing,
The fogs croak,
The bees hum,
And so much more,
Following the passing of the storm,
And the dawning of a new day.
Remember the feelings you feel as you do so,
The emotions you express,
The experience you had as it all took place,
Then remember these words…
The gathering of the storm, was like the gathering of the feelings that stressed upon my heart, year after year, building a vast volume of dammed feelings and burst emotions… as it filled the reservoir of my heart. The day I told you how I felt, was similar to when the storm had passed, the pressure was off, regardless of what would come next, and all I could feel was the Awesomeness of the experience… the Relief of the moment, and the deep impact you made upon me. After it was all over, and I spilled out my heart to you, I sensed the change in me, like the change in nature after the storm… it was like a breath of fresh air, when you smell the scent of rebirth.