This poem I eventually hope to do as a song. Written while abroad in Spain, during a particularly heavy downpour. Alternate title is “Mother Nature”
The Storm
The walls, they ring,
And the windows are clattering.
Outside in the storm,
The heavens are shattering.
The thunder rolls on,
It’s pounding the sky.
It rattles our bones,
To remind us we’re alive.
Skylark Landing 