Rolling Gently (A Three part Haiku)
muffled thunder rolls
along the grey sky searching
lightning hides from view
while closing my eyes
leaves rushed with the wind become
crashing ocean waves
sitting on the stairs
listening, breathing, being
I welcome the drops
(I wrote this last week as I sat outside waiting for a storm to come in. I heard the thunder from inside, it was a very "gentle" soothing thunder and it drew me right outside. The sky was light grey and there was no lightning or immediate rain, but as I sat on the deck stairs alone, watching the sky I felt the most serene sense of calm come over me without any effort or intention.
It was peace, and it flooded over me, keeping me there for half an hour, even as the first drops of rain fell on my face and shoulders. )
That's why I love the rain (and thunder).