A storm is coming and this everyday adventurer is thrilled!
The anticipation and tension.
The shifting air and mood.
The fresh damp smells from afar.
The promises of struggle and renewal.
Thunderstorms move with frightening force and cause all to flee fearfully. It’s easy to see how our ancient ancestors beheld the fury of gods in these storms.
I sink into the rapturous chaos and write a poem called Renewal.
Storms rage ecstatic
Skies explode furiously
Dreams shiver in wait