Synchronicity

The storm just threw and swirled Paints of grey, black and dark blue All over our Earthly dome Like a rageful Pollock. Wondrous, The noise and the lightning Turned us small The waves of flood Slamming against the feeble constructions Carrying away cars,trees and dogs Making me think Of Thor, Iansã and Zeus Neglecting all I've learned about electrons behavior and magnetism To think of gods from ancient times Perhaps acknowledging How extraordinary and dreadful a tempest is Some people let the storm in Pointlessly trying to run somewhere Only to be carried away And increase the general tension How long could this last? How far will it go? How harder can this wind blow? What if this... And what if that? How long can a minute last? We look at each other eyes A scared silent crowd Looking for the same instinctive answers Then as if the painter Had changed his mind The darkness is gone Cleaned with a cloth wipe The rough wind is now a soft breeze Blowing the fragrances of earth and eucalyptus Up my nostrils and over my face The clouds are revolving With light shades of grey and magnolia white Over the most beautiful of all blues There's a deep heavy silence A few muffled and distant sounds Or perhaps it's only me Caught in a dimensional current To share with all those humans before me The feelings of bewilderment and impotence In face of Nature's outbursts And with a grateful soul To finally understand How the seeds of hope Could repeatedly be sown and grown In the human heart Since the beginning of times.