The Storm by Luke

Did you watch it gather, slow and steady, along the edge of the gloomy hills?

Did you see the clouds, heavy as silent thoughts, interlacing themselves in the sky?

DId you feel the first breath of the wind slip past your sleeves, cool and fast–

A messenger carrying the scent of rain?

Did you hear the leaves begin their shaking, a silver shiver moving through the trees,

As if they knew something you did not?

And when thunder spoke– deep and rolling, like stones turning inside the earth–

Did it wake you from your sleep?

Did you smell the soil waking, rich and alive, as the ground had taken its first breath in months?

And when the light returned, soft and golden behind the thinning gray, did you notice how everything glittered– how even the smallest blade of grass held light in its edge?

Did you feel it– how the storm was bringing life rather than death? 

And did you wonder if you, too, must open for something new to grow?