The Thunderstorm

Listening to the thunderstorm

Raging outside my window

Calming my senses,

Giving room to dream.

This dream is for something

That will come to pass

When no one is looking

And no one pays attention.

 

Listening to the rain fall

Gently on the window pane

Feeling a heartbeat along

With mine, a wonderous

Heart beat just like mine.

Thinking of the time when

I will not lay here in my bed

Alone listening to the drops fall.

Another will one day sit quietly

By my side to listen with me.

 

Hearing the thunder split the

Clouds outside in the darkness

A quiet sigh escapes me as

I smile in quiet wonder at

The future that is not far away.

An idea I have of these times ahead,

Yet I cannot wait to see what

Tomorrow brings for me...oh yes.

 

Hearing the raindrops fall upon

Leaves of green outside my door

I cannot wait to run barefoot

And free through the trees

Where fae and dragon have

Just dance and played their

Merry games before I could

Run wild and smell the beauty there.

 

Smelling the rain coming down

On mother earth, reminds me

Of the wonders of this place

That I will one day share-

With another, so wonderful,

So loving, so sweet, so handsome.

I cannot wait to share this beauty

With you, my future, my favorite rain.

~Raven