The storm clouds gather
and fear mounts,
harnessing power
which once were emotions
struggling for expression.
Like the great god Zeus,
brandishing his hot irons,
lightening arcs
across the night sky.
Thunder, like rolling kegs of dynamite,
flatten systems of tarnished beliefs,
leaving in its wake,
profound silence.
Forgotten are the thoughts
heavy with the weight of worry,
heavy with the futility
of life lived with no hope.
In her great capacity to heal,
Nature combines with man's emotions
to leave in her wake
renewed purpose,
if only to get things back to abnormal.