Originally published on paganliving.com, August 2000
Air feels clean
Sky gets darker
As the sun rises
The deep slate blue
Clouds fill the sky
The air seems to sparkle
Full of Power
Then the rain comes
Slow then faster
Lightning turns
The dark day bright
Thunder shakes
The ground
Rain pelts my skin
Stinging as it falls
The wind whips my hair
Clinging damply to my face
Storm rushes around me
I feel alive
In the power
Of the storm
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