Thunder arrives without warning dragging its wild sermon across the sky
Wind tears at my coat eager to test my limits
Rain strikes like questions I avoided for years
Weather is honest;I am not always
Lightning scribbles brilliance—uninvited luminous exact
I read none of it yet understand everything
Grace is not gentle;it instructs through force
The storm writes my name in a new script
Branches break rivers swell clouds riot into chaos
Still my heart finds rhythm in the violence
Fear softens into fascination
I am learning how to not resist what remakes me
When the storm withdraws the world glitters—washed humbled awake
Grace remains even after thunder’s departure
I stand drenched but not diminished
Some storms teach This one did