-Roaring, whistling, all around; strain to hear that thrumming sound.
-Tune to a frequency no one else hears; hear the music in the air.
-Strumming, thrumming, sweep me away; to better lands & better days.
-No one's listening, no one sees; nature's symphony for insignificant me.
No more worries, no more pain; wash me clean in the pouring rain.
Heal me, cleanse me, no more pain; wash me clean in the pouring rain.
-Whispering secrets, teach me to fly; open & true--no time for lies.
-I too can be beautiful, I too can be free; revel in the night & dance under the trees.
-Strength & beauty all around; drinking in that thrumming sound.
-Music, music in the night; the masses tremble, hidden in fright.
No more worries, no more pain; wash me clean in the pouring rain.
Heal me, cleanse me, no more pain; wash me clean in the pouring rain.
-As unexpectedly as it came; so dies the music, along with the rain.
-The wind ceases to scream, the magick quells; pattering raindrops, & the power lulls.
-Drum beats fleeting, but they're still there; tilt your head & strain to hear.
-I won't fret, for it's not gone; listen hard, you'll hear the song.
No more worries, no more pain; wash me clean in the pouring rain.
Heal me, cleanse me, no more pain; my heart sings with the pouring rain.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Possessed by the Rain
I actually have 2 things I'm going to post today, the previous poem, & the following journal entry; both were written in the midst of the most incredible thunderstorm I've seen in years...This was Thursday night (7/9/08); I couldn't chance getting on the computer, & run the risk of being struck by lightning & blowing it up! That said...
"I am in my favorite part of the house as I write this, meaning of course, that I am out on the porch again. I am sitting here, in the midst of an absolutely incredible thunderstorm--the air is electric & I cannot bear to be caged indoors. The night beckons me. Wow! Purple lightning just sliced through the night like a glowing blade, & the sky is roaring, as though any minute, it will come crashing down on my head. The wind is whistling & the rain is drumming out it's own music.
Music--that's exactly what it is. Mother Natures' own brand of pulsing, throbbing, tribal music. My thoughts drift to my friend in California; I wish he could hear this. He also hears music in the rain....
It's like listening on a frequency that no one else can hear; the rest of the world seeks refuge indoors, & I breathe in the fresh air greedily, as though I've never gotten a taste before. Healing, cleansing, beautiful, & free--it smells like inner peace to me.
It's nights like this one that make you realize just how small you really are, in the grand scheme of it all. Makes me think, just how lucky I am--simply to be here to see it. Nothing can leave me gaping in awe like the wonders of Mother Nature.
The night sky is tinted with blues & purples; it looks like a water color painting, swished across the darkened clouds. & then it just lights up--the clouds glowing & shimmering as though back-lit....purple, azure, amber...This is so much more beautiful than any pre-manufactured holiday light show! Nothing man-made could even come close to what I'm witnessing overhead at this moment. The trees rustle & the leaves fall, dancing in the breeze. It makes me feel like dancing too.
In one of my very favorite books, "V for Vendetta", one of the charcters says "God is in the rain". Now I don't believe in God--not as most people do, but this phrase has stayed with me. I've never felt that spiritual, peaceful calm that some folks get from entering a church; I do, however, feel it right this minute. This is as close to feeling "God" as I've ever been...
A raging maelstrom, tearing through the night sky--it's as close to touching freedom as you're ever going to get....untamed, wild, beautiful freedom.
If only you could catch it in a jar, & save it for a day when you really need it, but that would defeat the purpose. So when it comes, you must stop, & take full advantage of it. Tonight, I feel as though nature has sent me a gift.
The trailer park seems so empty; there's no one outside except little old me. So I sit alone, & drink in the splendor all around me, basking in the hidden music of the night...."
"I am in my favorite part of the house as I write this, meaning of course, that I am out on the porch again. I am sitting here, in the midst of an absolutely incredible thunderstorm--the air is electric & I cannot bear to be caged indoors. The night beckons me. Wow! Purple lightning just sliced through the night like a glowing blade, & the sky is roaring, as though any minute, it will come crashing down on my head. The wind is whistling & the rain is drumming out it's own music.
Music--that's exactly what it is. Mother Natures' own brand of pulsing, throbbing, tribal music. My thoughts drift to my friend in California; I wish he could hear this. He also hears music in the rain....
It's like listening on a frequency that no one else can hear; the rest of the world seeks refuge indoors, & I breathe in the fresh air greedily, as though I've never gotten a taste before. Healing, cleansing, beautiful, & free--it smells like inner peace to me.
It's nights like this one that make you realize just how small you really are, in the grand scheme of it all. Makes me think, just how lucky I am--simply to be here to see it. Nothing can leave me gaping in awe like the wonders of Mother Nature.
The night sky is tinted with blues & purples; it looks like a water color painting, swished across the darkened clouds. & then it just lights up--the clouds glowing & shimmering as though back-lit....purple, azure, amber...This is so much more beautiful than any pre-manufactured holiday light show! Nothing man-made could even come close to what I'm witnessing overhead at this moment. The trees rustle & the leaves fall, dancing in the breeze. It makes me feel like dancing too.
In one of my very favorite books, "V for Vendetta", one of the charcters says "God is in the rain". Now I don't believe in God--not as most people do, but this phrase has stayed with me. I've never felt that spiritual, peaceful calm that some folks get from entering a church; I do, however, feel it right this minute. This is as close to feeling "God" as I've ever been...
A raging maelstrom, tearing through the night sky--it's as close to touching freedom as you're ever going to get....untamed, wild, beautiful freedom.
If only you could catch it in a jar, & save it for a day when you really need it, but that would defeat the purpose. So when it comes, you must stop, & take full advantage of it. Tonight, I feel as though nature has sent me a gift.
The trailer park seems so empty; there's no one outside except little old me. So I sit alone, & drink in the splendor all around me, basking in the hidden music of the night...."
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