STORM BABY I

My heart soars

With the first faint drops of rain

That break the calm surface

Of the nearby pool

I wait

Flash of brilliance

Rumble of power

It has begun

Deafening now

Like many chairs dragged across the floor

The gods rearranging furniture again

Strobing light across a quaking sky

The party in the heavens continues

Whilst crystals fall like shattered chandeliers

Waterfalls of cleansing

New life regeneration growth

Washing away the grime

Of a thoughtless polluted world

Rivers of hope flowing over

Drought worn earth

And bitumen fields alike

Nature favours none and all

Cleanses inhumane humanity

And all forgiving creation alike

Each breaking dawn

Red with the promise of sun and life

A remembrance

Not of the black of storm and night

But of man’s darkest hour

Of his destructive nature

And how despite mankind

Nature restores the balance

With the might of rain

And gives again another day

For man to learn and change

I, born of storm

Element of water

Feel the renewing of my soul

And know

There is hope yet

For man