Notes About The Poem
There is a terrifying progression of a localized superstorm, charting a raw arc from sudden environmental chaos to quiet spiritual surrender. Feel it, fear it, love on High.
Sky Violence and White Noise
Lightning split the dark in stepped leaders, blinding veins,
and the thunder didn't just boom - it hit,
a physical strike against the chest,
louder than anything the sky had ever produced before.
The clouds blew open,
dumping a wall of rain so dense and relentless
that looking out the window,
five feet away was just a blur of white noise.
Hard, heavy hail began to hammer the roof,
and the gales shifted,
gathering into a massive microburst
that slammed straight down from the clouds like a falling weight.
The house shuddered to its foundation.
Picture frames shook loose from the drywall, clattering down,
while in the kitchen, the counters vibrated violently.
Drinking glasses hummed and slid across the smooth granite,
chattering against one another
until one lost its footing,
plunging to the floor and exploding
into a thousand glittering shards across the tile.
And then, without warning, the storm held its breath.
A stillness settled over the room—
a quiet so sudden and heavy it felt like the eye of a hurricane,
tricking the heart into thinking the worst had passed.
But it was only a breath before the tail of the tempest struck,
returning with the raw, unbridled rage of an EF4 tornado,
tearing at the eaves and screaming through the dark.
For hours, I stayed crouched in that darkness, trembling,
fearing the walls might give, fearing for my life.
I prayed—not with rehearsed words,
but with a raw, desperate sincerity,
asking for the sky to spare us,
for the storm to pass without leaving ruin
or taking what mattered most.
Slowly, the violent pulse of the wind began to soften.
The madness that had overtaken the sky drifted away as fast as it had arrived,
leaving behind a vast, unmoving stillness.
The house stopped shaking, my chest unknotted,
and in that total, sacred silence,
I closed eyes and offered up a quiet prayer of thanks.
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