Sitting down on the ground
I cross my legs,
bowing my head.
Looking to the side
I see the purple flowers of the clover
at the base of the grass.
Seed heads wave
gently in the breeze.
I breathe in the scent
and let it out.
Intoxicate me.
I watch for awhile,
then close my eyes
listening
to the whisper of the flowers
I get lost in the light feathery sounds.
My hands lie palm up
ready to receive.
I feel a cloud pass over,
then another.
A moment of coolness.
In the distance the rumbling,
low and bellowing.
The energy of the storm
beckons me in.
I feel the crackle in my hair
as it stands up.
Rain comes running down my face
into my hands
filling them.
I wait
my eyes closed until
I feel the steam,
smelling the end of the storm.
Opening my eyes
I see the rainbow
I have received.
My sense of gratitude is
renewed.