Beautiful Storms

Brewing in the near distance Everything deathly still Awaiting with anticipation Under a darkening sky Turning closed eyes to the heavens I feel the first drops of rain Fierce wind wildly whips the trees Undivided, looming clouds Living water hammers furiously Slamming the beautiful earth Transferring vitality from sky to land Opening my eyes; the devout viewing god Restored in her rapture Making meaning from nirvana Seeing through her eyes