Rolling Thunder's Children

Rolling Thunder’s Children

Dew hangs
still in the air
so steamy and hot
lungs struggle in the damp
underwater, yet not
the sun has now hidden
as the front races in fast
pushing the wind
with such force
that surely nothing will last
expectant stillness
so heavy it presses
upon forehead and ears
the first fat rain drops
begin to break
to fall faster, like tears
darkness approaches
tiptoe-ing in
behind mountainous clouds
lightning rips the air
tree bones clatter
as sheets of rain dash the Earth
shelter is all that matters
the ground is shaking
now the birth pains hold sway
granting life to her raindrop children
Rolling Thunder is giving birth.

By Jeanne MacGregor Lahn

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