Eye of the Storm

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Last night I dreamt of a violent thunderstorm, one that would quickly ravish the land. I stood on my back porch watching and listening, the storm’s power engulfing me. In the storm I am light, as if shadows could be inverted to shine in dark times. The thunder comes as heaven's drum-roll, the invitation for me to take to the stage and show that I have what it takes to stay strong until the calm and gentle days return. the sky’s drummer strikes, thunder rolls across the clouds, a beat raw and pure. it resonates in my bones, a primal song of power.