The Storm
I had forgotten what it feels like to feel the thunder roll through you like a train that has long since lost control.
The flashes of rolling light making your skin tingle as if a thousand lighting bugs landed on you all at once.
The cold bracing air of the storm blowing and clutching at tendrils of hair as a lover does.
The dark clouds slamming across the sky in triumphant freedom celebrating the waking of the earth.
The rain soaking the earth with life giving drops of miracles. Each one carries a wish made during the long dark months of the world's hibernation. Winter cracked earth drinking it in. Sighing under the weight of a long lost friend.
Forgotten was the feeling of life surging. Forgotten was the wild freedom of a spring storm.
Like the lightning I long to sizzle across the flesh of lovers.
Like thunder I want to shout to the heavens of new love blossoming.
Forgotten no more. Wild and free forever more.
- Waya Gawonisgi
