Chrysalis

the sound of rain

engulfs my home

and fills me up within

I hear it all

yet see it not

transfixed inside my skin

my senses heighten

and predict

the lightning

before the rumble

each strike a move, a complex dance

the ballerina never stumbles

the moon does wax and wane, behind

through fogs and clouds she looms

but ever present

standing guard

my metamorphosis resumes

I smell the pavement newly wet

the vague chill just descending

see dew filled droplets left on leaves

renewal never ending

newly nourished I emerge,

breathe, and never cease

I feel my roots move in the Earth

God shelters me with peace