Storm poetry (rough--I know)

 (picture courtesy of http://www.itsablackthang.com/Edwin-Lester-art-work.html)

Tonight I was struck by lightning,

Standing alone in the darkness,

Where the storm raged.

And through the smoke, the fire,

The ozone haze,

There I was, still standing,

Untouched and unfazed.

Tonight I was swallowed by thunder,

Felt the heart in my chest explode,

Every atom in my body torn.

I was left a spectre,

Begging to be reborn,

A wandering existence,

All other things forsworn.

Tonight I walked through the fire,

All the trees were ablaze,

I walked through and felt nothing.

It snowed ash--the Earth wept

She cannot defend,

I looked up at the starless sky,

And was struck again.

Tonight I got caught in the rain,

I could smell the planet's crust,

It fell softly, strangely, freely.

And like the Wicked Witch,

I melted completely,

To me, the life-giving substance,

Something deadly.

Tonight I felt cold--I had come to the end,

But my heart thudded to life again,

The moon shone in the silence.

It returned my shadow,

Drawing me up from the depths,

Re-woven in the mud--I wept in agony,

In reverence.

by Mochamantha