The smell of the sky
Just before a thunderstorm
Is calling me to come dance

The first thunder clap
Beats the charcoal sky
As I stare in to the heavenly abyss

The dime-sized drops
Covering the parched ground
Making my hair dripping

The electricity in the air is rising
I know that lightning is coming
Looking in the gray blanket I wait

All colors yet none
Flash across the sky
My face upturned I spin

Letting mother earth
Take her corse
I call you out and we dance

In our ears
The wind howls
Like wolfs we praise the sky

Spinning, jumping, singing
We embrace the beautiful chaos
Around us

Frizzy haired
And huge smiles
We play under the sky jungle

The thunder
Sending vibration to our senses
Only makes us dance faster

Rolling in laughter
Almost to the point of tears
Lightning sneaks up on us