The Music of the Numinous

I hear the rain start to fall
single droplets the solo introduction
then, far away, the base of thunder
I hear the orchestra start to move in.

A single lightning bolt spears the sky
The storm’s baton starting to sway
The pitterpatter of heavier drops
beating a rhythm alive around me

The wind striking up the melody
I see the trees start to move
The world starts to dance
Leaves whirling around me

Faster still;
cymbals crash
the band plays
crazily on
a wall of sound
a whirling dirvish
of weather
surrounding me
seducing me
ripping at my hair
and at my senses

It starts to end;
I feel the passion drain away
Like a lover, it has exerted and spent
The wind dies down, the trees are still
The orchestra moves on to another town Read More!