Thunder

Rolling thunder crawls across the deep. The land screams. Holding tight upon lines. I feel so light.

Here quaking in amazement as the glorious specks of rain pelt against me. Violating my skin on to fall to the damp earth.

Ah how a soft wind plays a melody against red, golden strands. Cold, shivering I am but so many words assault my mind. Demanding on a shrill to be released.

So deaf are the ears. Senses are in a blind spot and emotions are vibrant. Stronger and bolder the hands become as pen and parchment meet.

Fingers dance in rapid succession across the thickness. Falling letters upon letters. Such the command of rush is invigorating. 

My mind only punches out one word - breathe.

Carefully just as the turbulent skies depart my frantic need to write fades. Though now the soul shakes and the spirit soars.

Freed by some peaceful sigh. Careful, though, not to cry for these tears are not sadness but ones of pure joy. The giving of oneself wholly is a remarkable experience.

Once is enough. Dangerous to want more to come. An earthquake or hurricane. Ah but the emotions inside of me feel they are necessary to express all feelings.

Indeed I don't need wishing nor dreams just a hope.

As I should. I am lightning and the roar of thunder inside this soul.

Dare I whisper for attention?