The storm came in with a face in the clouds
looked like old father time.
Or God leading the way.
Turned the sky yellow and the trees blue.
Very near got blown away watching
that tree trunk split, how it groaned
and smashed down onto metal bent,
road blocked
and I hollered along. I stomped and soaked
in the shards of glass raining down to the street
hiding under trees in the garden like an animal
letting the vast plane of nature assimilate
feeling my roots be put down into the ground
I am this screaming wind, clean and new, angry and vengeful
like I was rained down from the clouds myself.