A Cleansing Rain

Tensions end on troubled notes. Tired and weary she takes to bed. Cascading rain endlessly, A steady drum, it drips it's beat, Cleanses and lulls her to sleep. Awakened from a deep slumber By a tempestuous noise of thunder. The sky lit up with white-blue light. Witnessed through her open window, A wicked electric display to amaze. Raw beauty streaking the night sky. Dream and reality intersects. Lightening brilliant as a sword. She knows that secrets dwell beneath. Tears cry harder upon the earth. After the downpour and rain passes on, A breathable cleansing of sorts. All is awash, the earth rich and fertile. She now smells hope. Connie Gildersleeve My Previous Poem Title of 5 Minute Challenge, 'Too Short Of A Time' For Russell Sieve's contest, 'Complete Your Poem'