What weather brewed behind me? I knew not. Maybe snow? Could fog be rolling in? Then thunder clapped. Lightning skittered across the sky causing me to turn toward reality. The wind -- she -- embraced me. The rain -- she -- filled my heart. The fire -- she -- lit my soul ablaze. The storm changed everything. She changed everything. What weather brews behind me? I worry not. She changed everything.  

Warm breeze from the westDark clouds formingTrees bent eastLightning lights the skyClap after clap of thunderFarmers look to the skyMothers gather childrenOff to the cellar do they flyRain to hail and back againNorth to WestFunnel clouds formingBlack tails dancingDangerDestructionDeathWelcome spring to OZ   

 I think of you oftenI care about you alwaysIf a kiss was a snowflakeI would send you a blizzardA hug would be the sunTo warm your heart and soulThe rain would wash away the bluesBecause I love you soAs you travel down the road of lifeKnow I am not far from youOnly a  heartbeat awayAnd I am here to stay   

I feel the wind upon my face The lush green grass all over the place The trees are dancing like Southern Belles I cannot decide if this is Heaven or Hell A strike, a bang A bright light I see Watch Out! For that falling tree! The wind doth howl The fleeting yells To those of us who know so well The feel, the prudence, the common sense “Tornado a comin, get in tha’ cellar”!

1 Rain pouring from the sky washes away my sins and my fears. It brings a peace I have not felt for so long, lost in time and yet never forgotten. 2 Dark skies without the sun in sight, how so many feel so depressed and tired. But I stand strong through it all as this is only the dark before the morning. 3 A gift we take for granted shining every day illuminating the earth and bringing warmth. How easily we forget our own...

Cross legged, I sit. Topless on my bed, fan blowing at me. I’m far too hot. That’s not a complaint you hear much where I am from. It’s usually that it’s too damned cold, but I can’t complain too vehemently. No, I do not like the sun, or rather, I don’t like the heat it brings with it, but it is nice to see it. It’s kind of a scary sight, but it does do wonderful things. It brings life, it sustains life, it does make other...

  Right now it’s dry, a bed of stones, but when it storms, this tiny creek roars and rumbles, rushing like a river, twisting and swirling as it comes to life again, awakened by the weather to be what it’s meant to be, its brown green water overflowing its shallow banks, not deep enough to have a name, not known on any map but swift as any creek in any land before it disappears, its source unknown, and yet it comes back ti...

Raining stair-rods, quick watch your head, Cats and dogs, they’d end up dead. Hammering it down, that must be Thor, God of thunder bashing at my door. Big umbrellas with a pointy spike, Spear me in places that I dislike. Wellie boots and waterproof coats, Leaves float past like little boats. Rivers rising, a bursting bank, Drainage flooding smelling rank. The sun fights hard to win the day, A spear of light sneaks out to...