Approaching Thunder

The clouds roll in
with thunder in their veins
The wind-whipped trees
are screaming in delight and fear
for Zeus, the mighty thunderer is near

when suddenly a stillness reigns
the calm before the storm
when insanity is born
as we await what seems will be
an awesome gale

then just as suddenly as stillness settled
gusts of wind blow harder than before
as if the skies insisted that we know
the power of those who rule
as stunned, we're forced to open to
the primal, vital source
of all that is . . .

? Michaelette ?

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