Storm Song Poem by Zoe MacRae

Time freezes.

Fall down
Silence as loud as
Thunderous applause
Ringing in my ears
Strikes awe
Collapse
Light as frightening as
A touchable darkness
Blinding my eyes...

Ear-splitting shot.
Then rolling, real
THUNDER...

A hard, full rain
Not like little droplets, but
Like standing beneath a waterfall
A sound like thunder, or a
Thunderous applause
Soaking me, drenching me,
Washing away all that doesn't belong -
Now it would be
Hopeless to try to find the dirt
In the hurry of the flood
That swirls around my feet and
Rushes away to no one knows where.
Pure water streams down my
Heaven-turned face and
I delight in the taste and the
Fragrance of the rain
With hands raised high
Towards the heavens in
Fullness of joy
I embrace
The sanctifying torrent.