Thunderstorm

Thunderstorm

Gentle rains fall on me.
BOOM! - Thunder fills my ears.
Lapsing to younger years,
I drop my umbrella and laugh with glee.
As a child, I stood in a downpour like a tree
and soaked in soothing rain -
drenched clothes clung to my tiny frame.
It's still the same -
to enjoy the rain
thunder crashing
cool rain calling my name
and in the storm filled sky, lightening flashing.

Now, as rain falls on me,
or a summer storm nears,
I stand in cool, cloud tears
that wash away stress and anxiety.
Where once dark, mental clouds veiled my ability
to relax, I now gain
insight to life's intricate game.
Always the same -
to stand and remain
thunder crashing
cool rain calling my name
and in the storm filled sky, lightening flashing.