Storms Bliss

passion rolls in on storm clouds the thunder heart rumbles and roars the lightning touch its electric sizzling on grounds skin raising grass hairs and goose flesh roots the deep earthy core is yearning as hurried breath blows areas once covered in beauty now exposed and vulnerable entreating the heavens the heavens comply to these drying pools with gentle butterfly kisses of mist and drizzle earth trembles, shy to the first caress then crying out in joyful abandon as ardour fuels drizzle into plump droplets raining down, splashing, penetrating with rising urgent vigour and thunder heart rumbles and roars more lightning electric touches caress with a crackle while rapid breath on earths skin is dogged and unrelenting and the storm rages on the water funnels and flows covering earths vulnerability in torrents of bliss reaching down into the very core until excess overflows out of once dry pools now brimming with contentment the crescendo reached crashing din ebbing away in soft butterfly kisses of drizzle once more finally halting in a deafening silence of release only a gentle drip dripping as trees shake off final droplets of proof that it ever was The dawn is fresh and new the landscape is flushing with emerging growth alive with hidden prosperity Breath in the wonder of this beautiful new day the bliss after the storm