I sit out on the covered porch as the rain falls fearlessly
Constantly hurdling down around me
I listen to the cracking of thunder
Vicious outbursts-
A lions roar
Then as it echoes faintly-
Casually-
Away

I close my eyes
Inhale the storms dewy scent-
Capturing the particles in the expansion of my lungs
And with the world centered in me
The elements and I are light-
Illuminated-
free

A mist in the atmosphere-
I wash away

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro