Rocking Storms to Sleep

 The storm blew cold and wet 

with the depressing energy of the broken hearted lover

yet for all the sadnesss and tears 

it screamed a feral fierceness 

beating staccato patterns reverberating on the hand pan of the earth

The storm swore to drown the soil in her sorrow

but the soil drank all her tears 

giving birth to seedlings beneath cathedral trees

the trees just laughed and danced to the rhythm of the wind 

swaying to music older than time 

as a waterspout twirled on the forest floor

spinning faster then faster still 

until she danced in the inbetween spaces of falling tears

laughing to a melody of stamping feet and thunder

water whipping from her hair as she spun 

Lightning echoing the crashing of her feet

thunder speaking of stars and sun

long into the night the trees bore silent witness 

to the convergence of earth and heaven

long into the night the cosmic dance grew 

to cradle the heartbeat of the storm

and slowly rock her to sleep