Bring Me a Rainstorm 

A single flash of lightning 
cuts through my sacred space,
hand resting on the page,
fingers curled around my pen.

and oh, in that instant, I plead,
I beg life itself...

Please… bring me a rainstorm.
I will give my everything.
Cease the clamor of the world 
and still the tremble within. 

I will throw open every window
of this aching heart,
and let the wild rush through me

Let my spirit dance
with the light tearing across the sky.
Let me breathe in the jagged
fissures of my own heart.

Please,
bring me a rainstorm.
Let me ride its currents,
let it wash me clean,
strip me bare,
rinse away everything
that was never true.

I will float
on the waters of my grief,
follow the pull of its tides
into peace.

Please,
I beg you...
bring me a rainstorm.
A rainstorm is all I’ll ever need,
and I will give thanks to the sky
for this gift of wild that matches my own.