| The Storm |
| Sweet sweat, sizzling on my skin. Burning breath, baking breeze. Hot heavens, hints of Hell. Thunderous thoughts, of my thirst, and these. Restful relief, rivers run with rain. Cooling contentment, coursing and cleaning. Weary wind, washing from me all wishes. Mad mirth, meandering, meaning..... Storm. Breeze. Hail. These... Rain Contentedly. Wherefore, Mentally... I AM the Storm. The Hail, Rain, and Wind. I Believe. In Thunder, Clouds, and Magic. Worship the Storm. In it, He Reigns. Man Believes. Tell Christ. This is the Storm. |
| To Sarabeth: Thank you. Now here's your dedication. |