If I grow up I want to be a storm
Sweeping across the summer sky
A deluge to wash away the heat and hurt and
Leave the earth cooled and cleansed
Fresh and nourished
Green and growing
Whole and healed.
I want to fill the dry cracks with dancing streams and
Transform the broken paths into bubbling brooks.
I want to raise the reservoirs and
Widen the rivers and
Populate the trails with puddles
Worthy of every skip and stomp that they inspire.
I want to shower the landscape
Not like the hard cold rains of winter
But with big fat water droplets
Tumbling wildly down like a cloud borne waterfall
Catching in the leaves of the giant southern sycamore.
I want to cascade
Down the limbs and trunk
Into the roots of a tree that is always thirsty.
I want to quench that thirst.
I want to linger
Even when the sun has reclaimed
His portion of the sky.
I want to blend his gift with mine and make something promising.
I want to be shaken
from fur, feather and umbrella alike as
Paused creations reemerge into the bustle of life.
I want to be the reset button
To a sultry summer day
To quell the dust of daily life and wash the prints away.
The days are long and shiny
And nights so dark and warm
If I grow up I want to be a storm.
About the Creator
Kaydie Paschall
Training Consultant, Disaster Preparedness Advocate, Poet, Wordsmith, Humorist...I evoke feelings, grins and giggles and on my best days thought and share the jewels and gems of lessons learned along the way. - Disaster Drama Queen
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