Storms
Hear the roaring thunder,
and feel the relentless rain.
Tearing the heavens asunder,
Bursting clouds and bleeding veins.

Water to cleanse the land's blight,
Holy and pure and endlessly pouring.
Heavy blows rain with bolts of light,
As the skies fill the earth with its weeping.

The tempest wrestles with the torrent,
Bringing forth fog and misty spray,
Exchanging blows ever so violent,
Their rage painting the skies gray.

As the stars are thrown into disarray,
and the elements display their might,
On soaked sponge soil will I lay,
and dream peacefully through the pluvial night.

Author's Note: I love the rain. And stormy nights especially put me in a poetic mood.