Storm of Grace

In the west brewed a storm

I could tell

By the smell

of the breeze as it chilled

and it sang

with a tang

as it

tingled

my

tongue...

The currents overhead

sizzled, snapped

as they flapped

In the tips of the trees

Then a hush

and a rush

as the

thunder

grinds

low...

I shiver as the rain

sliced in sheets

falls, retreats

Runs in streams, pure and free

on my face

like God's grace

running

over

for me.