Standing on the porch
with it's white railing
the clouds are approaching
on the horizon they billow up
as they move closer to me
in the air I feel the charge
a crackle in the distance
darkness spreads
enveloping the blue
the light recedes
a pulse briefly
splits the sky
leaving a fleeting glow
a low vibration
growls from the earth
a growing hum exudes
from all living things
as the sky opens up
letting loose the wind
moving trees limbs
leaves tremble
the wall of rain comes gushing
the air is filled with excitement
as lightening cuts across the sky
the air is filled with the boom of thunder
I stand there feeling the energy
absorbing it
the wind
the moisture
the electricity
the embrace of
the storm