I pray for rainstorms,
With Thunder and Lightning,
But only as I stand,
In a grassy field,
Sprinkled with wildflowers a plenty,
Clouds of grey sprinkling,
A light rain above me,
As the fervor of the storm,
Impassioned, dances in the distance.
I pray for that peace,
For that calm that glides over all,
In honor of the storm's active passing.
~Thoughts of a Dreamer~
© Mary Spotted Eagle Woman Roberts