Heavy Storm

Heavy Storm

Rain falling from the sky. 

The sound of every drop can be heard. 

Like a snare drum playing a righteous tune

bound to a symphony of pain.

The wind hits the window.

Restless gust of souls 

trying to open them up.

But they are locked closed

and 

nobody can get in,

though thunder bursts 

followed by bright lightning 

mapping the room.

Showing only for a moment

shattered vases and empty bottles.

The window unlatches. 

When it’s opened, sun light shines through,

the sky is blue with puffy white clouds.

Birds chirping, squirrels chasing each other through 

branches in a tree nearby, 

a red tail hawk in the distance 

facing the window.

The hawk flies towards the window,

banks right, and turns its head toward you

take a deep breath. 

Breathing in divinity.

Exhaling the storm inside.