Deepened blue to grey mingle
Streaking the clouded sky
Robbing of luminosity;
Nature’s foreboding way.
With unseeable cracks
The leakage begins,
Pitter patter, a sweet sprinkle
A gentle caress.
With wind accompaniment
Shifting cumulus and nimbus,
A rhythm ensues
Giving signs of greater offerings.
In awe of what has no actual form
Yet holds a thunderous roar,
Comes forth as precipitation
A dance of both fear and hope.
To witness is to be entranced,
This illusionary masterpiece,
Magical to monstrous
From one moment to next.
Connections click
Like cogs deep inside,
My engines kick start
With a heat of ancient knowing.
With droplets delivered to every pore
My being stirred to a glow,
With no measure, no timing
No rhythm, no rhyme
This feeling bestowed
By the mightiest hand.
Making my being
So blessedly alive.
Rain or shine
Thunder or lightning,
Drizzle or torrents
My life is afoot!
Each second
Each day
This mighty breath,
My rain so delivered.
With; everything is possible
Without; the clock has struck out.
So,
Blessed are all moments,
And may only ‘breath’ be the one
That ‘takes my breath away’!
