Begins the patter of weeping skies
Gently, at first, falling sweetly
On the parched, summer ground.

A distant rumble to the north
Vibrates into my ribs
Touches senses rarely wakened.

Suddenly lightning flashes,
Heralding electricity
Sparks of energy dancing to life.

Showers come, falling hard to earth,
Pelting wild rhythm
A discipline of remembrance.

Thunder booms directly overhead,
Shaking soul’s foundations,
Clapping every cell to respect.

His morning music
Slides back into the beat of my heart,
Shaking my love to the core.

The rain, the thunder, the lightening,
And the music -
The symphony of this moment.

Begins again the sway
Of my hips in dance,
To closed eyes bleeding.

09/06/2009

Author's Note: We're having quite the storm in Astoria, while I was listening to a mix of his music.

Posted on 09/06/2009
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