Storm

It blows in fast

Leaves flying

Branches bend

The lake changes

Rain drives it one

Way then another

Black clouds form

Pit, pat, pit, pat

On the roof light

Then strong all

Playing with sound,

Sight, feeling on

Skin, lightening strikes

Again it cracks 

The sky, boom

Current, charged air

Lighting up the 

Morning thick air

Then all is quiet, 

Calm until the next

Round that comes

Like every storm 

Of our lives, beauty,

Discomfort, heightened

Senses then calm in

The midst, a prayer