As lightening brights the meadow
And thunder dulls the air;
I feel it still,
A stormy chill,
An aura everywhere.
I wander o\'er the pathway
And paddle through the rain;
My bootheels squash
The squelchy wash
Along the puddled lane.
My face refreshed with teardrops
The clouds have wept from high;
They gently wet
My eyes, and yet,
They barely seem to cry.
I dance on midst the moisture
The hail sends down to earth;
I sense the beat
Beneath my feet
And sing for all I\'m worth.
But then the fulgid sunlight
Warms the land once more;
I\'m home to you
As I step through
A rainbow\'s archwayed door.
ASJ