A Distant Rumble

Last night it rained. I lived that storm in my senses. Felt in my bones that inevitable hush…

The calm before the storm. Listened to the distant rumbling of thunder and watched distant flashes of lightning illuminate the night sky.

I stepped out, to feel the breeze that precludes the storm and – on my upturned face – the first sweet drops of rain…

watching and waiting as the storm approached. Recalling these lines: ‘ To have power one must live with power’.

Here, I was experiencing absolute power in all its harsh and wondrous splendour.

The storm was upon me. I felt rather than watched the relentless onslaught of rain, ever increasing, amidst a barrage of thunder and constant flashes of lightning illuminating my surroundings.

I watched the silhouettes of trees dark against the silvery flashes of light and the bejewelled leaves heaving helplessly, and succumbing to the mighty forces that were alive at that moment.  

Watching in awe and with a sense of despair, as the forces of nature unleashed their glory and majesty around me and then ceased. Imperceptible in its waning… .a distant rumble, a flash of light and gentle rain, almost apologetic, and a soothing balm on wounds left in its wake.