Swollen clouds laden black,
Filled with life.
Like a wanton lover, your fire burns.
Electric and bright.
With each new flash — a tremble, a roar.
Your load is heavy.
Clouds burst open.
Streams race onward through the forest floor.
Alive, raging, serpentine.
up and over,
around and through.
Streams breach their soggy banks, marching onward, toward the sea.
No obstacle is spared. They will not be denied.
Granite stream beds worn smooth as stones collide.
Tumbling, rolling, toward a sharp precipice.
Cascades of falls,
Plunge deeper still.
Water has no conscience it merely flows on.
Twisting, shaping, giving life in its path.
Her waters spread wide, the meadow will soon bloom.
A sigh contented by dawns early light.
Two lovers embrace in pure delight.