Booming and ominous it rolls,
Like a forbidding elder wrapped
In a harsh, grey cloak.
I look out my window to the rain
And long to be outside.
Out where my blood pumps
In time with the patter of the rain.
Out where the wind tears through
What’s left of my body.
Out where, for a single moment,
I’ll fly and stand and swim
And simply be, just for a moment,
I will be the thunder.
The thunder booms in the distance
The sky is bullet grey
There is anticipation in the silence
As birds and beasts hurry for shelter
The dryads hurriedly close up their blossoms
And the air is scented with dreams
A moment of silence
And then… the skies open
Like liquid diamonds
Envelope the world in a thin film
Of possible fantasies made real
In the half-realised second of lightning
In the meadow left of the house
Shrieking laughter resounds on the trees
Of two girls dancing wildly
In half-forgotten madness
And then run to hide away
When the rainbow crosses the sky