my inner rebel (archives)

as i was walking home last night, a thunderstorm blew in,

but i would not be hurried though the rain would soon begin.

lightning arced across the sky in splendid disarray,

and for a moment night became as naked as the day,

and though the wind began to drive the rain against my face,

i challenged heaven’s fury, and i kept my steady pace.

the sky unleashed a deluge as the wind began to roar,

and soon the blinding sheets of rain had drenched me to the core.

eventually, the rain let up, the wind began to die,

and soon a warm and gentle breeze began to clear the sky;

the stars came out like shining jewels adorning heaven’s dome–

the storm had passed, and now at last, i ran like hell for home.

–image by ai

wet secrets

a hidden stream is wrested

from the verdant vegetation

and tumbles noisily down

a set of cool stone steps,

giving voice to the secrets

of its endless, cyclic travels.

secrets of strange lands

and thunderstorms and seas.

secrets–now borne on

the whispering wind.

–photo by aaron