Last night reluctantly leaving our cottage in the woods to go home, a lightning storm was flashing up ahead. It struck me that I was driving into the storm. This thought-filled poem ensured. What shift is your storm? Are you driving headlong into it?
Driving into the Storm
Driving into the storm
Isn’t the lightening beautiful?
Aren’t the gray, stacked clouds exciting?
Drive out of the dull, hot day
into the rush of rain and blowing darkness.
Sleep now and have your strawberry pie
for we are going for a ride,
a swirling storm
Where you will be electric
Where you will be fast and fabulous
bringing rain and energy to your crops.