Storm clouds are forming : darkening the sky
the wind gather speed up the mountains
along the horizon : lightning strikes

then the deafening rumble of thunder

Rain beat against my face

quench the thirst of mother earth
the wind in my hair
behold the flash of the silver hammer


Shadows across the land : all clad in grey
the waves raging wild along the shoreline

cutting through black clouds : a finger of fire
bonding the earth with the heavens


Mighty : the wind of storm
forks of lightning lacerates dark sky
from within : the clouds : ablaze

by the flash of the silver hammer