I move into consciousness, the cobwebs of sleep cling,
desperately trying to drag me back into warm slumber.
Leaves on the trees outside begin to rustle restlessly,
a door deep inside the house slams closed, a branch taps lightly on the window announcing the inevitable arrival.
The stillness of the dark morning is broken by the surging wind,
The darkness of the still morning is shattered by a blaze of lightning.
The tension builds as the wind picks up,
hot, silver flashes punctuate the darkness with regularity,
A thunderous roar reverberates through the very walls of the house, windows vibrating, curtains swaying.
A distant rumble starts to build,
At first it’s almost imagined, a plop against the pane, a splatter in the sand,
and then all too suddenly the distant rumble rolls in,
as the storm unleashes its soaking savagery.
I walk onto the verandah, the cool air rushes to meet me,
the sky is ablaze, the atmosphere is electric, rain hammering down, thrashing all that it can reach.
Trees straining, thunder deafening, wind gusting back and forth, reaching all that it can thrash.
Slowly abating, a steadiness sets in,
rain slowing down, wind dying off, a rhythm develops,
as if a truce between land and sky has been agreed.
Flashes of distancing lighting illuminate the turquoise dome of the minaret across the road,
gently the sky starts to lighten as dawn begins to ease over the city.
A rooster hastens to welcome the lightening sky, as if caught unawares.
The gentle rhythm resonates all around, a soulful melody creating calm and peace.
The earth soaks up the rain, a peaceful calmness creating a melody for the soul.
Dark Clouds Brewing as the wind blows in…