I love spring thunderstorms as long as they don’t cause too much damage…
Like the storms we experience in life, some pass through as warnings maybe to shake up our complacency now and then, to add a little excitement to the mix.
But the others… the ones that can be so powerful, so angry and loud, the storms that turn our world upside down can leave lasting darkness and destruction in their wake.
And sometimes, the sound of thunder like a booming voice can be so impressively loud, you feel it on the inside.
Lightning cracks its whip,
in the riot, in the noise, in the cries, in the now.
Silvery, looming energy haunts,
leaving me weak, claiming me,
piercing my thoughts, my words, my gestures, my small voice with a force,
an intensity that has me rising up to meet it,
longing to free the screams—
the spring storm’s thunder that lies within me still.