Storm

The clouds were hanging
Black and fierce in the sky,
But as the breeze
Gave way to a flickering flame,
Then a scarlet haze,
A golden blaze,
The clouds lifted
And the rain ceased to fall.
The brilliant sun
Melted the sparkling pain
That came with each raindrop.
The gloom fled
As the bright charioteer emerged,
And the breathlessness
Of the glorious surrounding blaze
Shook the earth,
Freed the captive,
And dried the oceans
With its splendor.

~ April 8, 2009 ~