Skies are talking

The thunder sounding it's alarm, the lightening sharing it's energy, streaking across the sky to awaken the world to it's strength. Energy, skidding, crashing, lighting the way.

The Thunder loud, booming not seen, only heard, and felt in your chest, like a charge to the heart. White streaks across the dark sky, seen at a great distances and felt as much as heard.

Royal, demanding respect as it ushers in the storm that surely will cleanse the air and nourish the earth. One with the creator, the One, I. You. We. Bringing us together, reminding us who is in charge.

Ushering in a clean new day tomorrow and giving us the earthy scents we should never forget. Grounding mother earth. Flash through the darkest sky, silent in the wake. Then Boom, all around us as the droplets fall.

Deep breaths of the fresh new earth, the growing, living, breathing, Gaia. Water clean and free falling down upon us, growing, nourishing, maintaining. Food, flowers, lakes, streams, grass, trees, animals, humans, free for all. A treat to cool the temperatures, to ground us in thought and spirit.

Changing the seasons, ushering the new, strengthening the respect for mother nature. Bringing out the colors as the sun hits the sparkling leaves in morning sun. The after storm, when the trees know it's time to let go of the old and rest while making room for the new.

I was the Thunder calling you home, I was the lightening showing you the way. Beacons through the ages, never ending, never straying. Feel it in my heart, where jolts are fleeting. Feel it in my soul where energy is lighting the way home.

Find me in the darkness, no way to hide, from light or sound, and if you even try, you may find yourself singing, smoke rising, wiser for the lesson. Storm of respect, experiences we may never forget, these times they are a changing. These days they may seem bad, but nothing more than clearing out the old, making room for so much new.

Don't stop believing in what could always be, don't forget what's always been. They always said it was ending, just didn't think I'd be strong enough to forget. Yet here I am, Whole and smiling at the end. Alone, treading water all alone. Becoming one, looking inside and feeling the booming in my chest.

Send out the light, like a beacon in the night, Send out the warning like we should have heard a million times before. These times they are a changing. These days they may seem dark, but really they are just the calm before the storm, and when that storm has ended, the world it will be new again.

Water falling upon my shoulder, reminding me to let it go. Washing away the dirt of yesterday, the thoughts I never wanted to feel again. Water draining away the misery of yesterday, leaving answers to the questions that rose right out of ash.

Lightening, and Thunder. The cleanse we all need too. Lightening and Thunder, the bringers of truth, respect and strength. We are one with mother earth and we should not forget. The storm rages on outside, reminding us, we are what we choose to remember.

Nurture the earth like a mother, protect it like a father. Speak your mind like the Thunder, and Show the way like Lightening. Discipline with strength and patience as you cry the tears of old. Shedding what doesn't belong, back into the earth, leaving the scent of one. Earth.