I love thunderstorms. They are one of my absolute favorite things about summer. They are nourishing, cathartic, and magickal. They are a symphony of the elements, brought together in a dynamic crescendo.
The ground shakes with peals of thunder The vibration of life deep within my bones Singing through my marrow Softening the hard places My pulse quickens to match the booming noise Thrumming in my veins Pounding in my ears My soul has shaken loose from my body And is running wildly through the woods Bare feet digging deep in the soft mud
The wind whips around me A gentle sting against my skin A warm eddy circling Hair tugging against my head Each strand tasting the delicious freedom Of life without gravity Noises carry through the thick air The raucous thunder The driving rain The howl of long distances travelled quickly Petrichor fills my nose Nestled against notes of fallen leaves And mossy logs The damp earth rejoicing In the cozy scent of home
A flash of light Rending the sky in two The taste of ozone thick on my tongue The yearning of electricity Between ground and sky Longing to be made one The inevitable crash of joining If just for a second Synergy in chaos Union in space and time A creativity so bright It outshines the stars
Driving rain falls in sheets Rippling like waves As they descend from the heavens The ground soaks to overflowing Small rivulets winding their way Across the forest floor Billions of drops pooling together In search of a place to rest It slows to a gentle drizzle A quiet pitter patter on the leaves The kind of rain that makes you want to look up To lose yourself to the water To let it wash away the dust And plant you firmly in the ground