Storms

Water cascades down the glass -
Trees are watching… watching.
Weeping of lamenting grass -
Clouds are falling… falling.
Thunder makes the landscape shake -
Lights are flashing… flashing.
Winds snatch at a double take -
Vines are lashing… lashing.
My heart questions renaissance
At the frightening changes,
But I know the earth’s response
Results of One’s good graces.
Grisly sight - the land’s rebirth -
Until you learn its sacred worth.