I revel in the storm.
Falling into the depths of the clouds' cathedral
The rocketing rain fills my eyes, my ears.
Lightening streaks across the sky
illuminating the hills and hollows
of the great gray mass
that is the storm bank,
awful and beautiful,
terrifyingly lovely.
Thunder follows, a symphony of crashes to give dimension to the scene
as if some godly composer has seen the painted sky
and imagined from it
a song of rolls and bangs.
The rain still pours down
bringing life and flood from the heavens
to earth.
Its clatters and rushings combine with the thunder's song
to fill my ears
with magic.
My eyes cannot bear the wonder of the storm,
yet I cannot turn away.
I am
consumed
obsessed
frenetic
with the insanity and beauty
of the summer storm.
And when it is gone,
I will never be the same.