After the storm

In response to the Poet’s Billow challenge for day 1, here is my take on the thunderstorm theme.

Lightning 2-RF-CD

Heaven growled

in displeasure, spluttering

and spitting her tears

of anger on all of us,

soaking the land with her wrath.


Flashes clicked far

and wide at this historic event,

Her rumbling anger

inconsolable, like death.

How could we redeem ourselves?


Unabated sparks

whipped our writhing bodies.

Then she subsided in pain,

breaking her holy waters

like a mother, giving birth.