Thunder Voice

Far into the dappled shade

lined by a grove of wise Oaks

I follow the slender upward track

and shiver in response to sudden Thunder.

The filtering sun rays

show a path that now becomes a line

obscured by thicker clouds

in a rapid advance cumulating on the East.

I enjoy the urgency to reach the ridge

and let my heart respond with every step

coveting a connection with the heartfelt sound

I seek to stand at the peak of power on the coastal side.

Ferns and mushrooms dress the land

with vivid green displays of round rhizomes,

a exquisite harmony that contrasts

the flash rumble and striking drumming.

The squall descends upon me fast

a vigorous force fueled by rushing winds

that presage impending change within me,

as lightening erupts amplifying the rain’s pounding.

I feel its tempo find my vocal cords

and invigorated by its force,

as tree leaves tremble in descent,

my body resounds in a thrust of affirmation.

Wordless notes of copious rain wash my body

as I reach hill’s edge.

Thunder and I link in liquid drip

and I howl from a glorious touch point on the hill.

Meshed with the gold line that clears the sky,

I emerge from this effluvial cleansing

transmuted and restored in new expression,

one with the Thunder in my voice.