Rolling back again

In the electromagnetic currents

of a thunderstorm;

in its silvery violets

and crying gray,

cascading into umber

rolling,

reverberating into my chest and bones

and the stones to shake

the ground

around and soak us through

Every time it's cold and shattering

and wakes me

and that is when I remember you

My storm, my child, my love, I know you

I know you well from my own heart

I know the terror and the breaking

and

the freedom

dancing on the ashes of tomorrow,

forever setting us apart

I know you well,

while all the creatures and the people run for cover

you strike me

with your fiercest fury

to shake me to my core

Your cries are mine

I know them, Storm,

what I remember

is a forever

in my arms

Break the world to live in your lightning;

and flood the earth through with your tears

Speak for us both then,

little one grown so big now

so that we may both know

what you feel