Surrounded by sound,
A roaring through the sky
Grey-purple clouds darken the light
As streams of rain crash against
Earth, dwelling, tree.
Wild wind moves the sky water against
My back, my face, my legs.
My refuge is filled with the rhythm of the storm.
The curtains lift.
My view is hazed
by the flood against my window.
Drops of rain enter
And drip into a bowl.
The candle flame dances.
The incense smoke greets the air.
I drink warmth
And watch the moving sky
As I fall asleep on the couch.
