Before The Storm Poem by Mari Martin

It is in the rolling weeping sky
that my eyes have begun to see
what rain truely is,
what beauty the sky holds
when it cries.

Before, it was only water
and the grey clouds their keeper.
Before, thunder was but noise
cast across a moving sky.
Before, lightning was but light
escaping from bondage.

Now, as I stand in the winds
you are the lightning
traversing my body with such power.
Now, as I feel the raindrops upon my face
it is your kiss.
Now, as the thunder surrounds me
it is your love shaking the ground
of my world.

A storm has come.
I toss my umbrella into the winds
and dance within it's downpour
splashing in the puddles
that carress my feet.