Impetuous Nature A silent thunder rolls upon the restless wind The unruly childish breeze Playfully tosses my hair in my eyes Gently caresses my face. The air breathes on its own determination Itself an abundance of life Laughter, love, ambition, beauty; Nature's breath whispers these things. The wild clouds unbound by man Roll with the silent thunder They comfort me without drawing near Undercover angels manifested. The darkened clouds rumble a warning "Our burden grows heavy" Threatening to spill it on the earth Offering a quenching drink. Tiny fluid stars fall from the heavens Abundantly poured out The thirsty earth receives the gift Soaks it up gratefully. Air freshly washed by the fallen rain Grows pensive and still A hushed creation in tranquil meditation Ultimately rests in harmony.

~~Erin Metcalf~~ © 1994 About This Poem

I love storms... They make me feel wild and alive.