Hushed moonlit voices
Nighttime tremors descent upon the land
Shaking it gently, working from within.
The freshness of the cool air fills the night
With a vibrant passion.
I hear the low rumbling in the distance as the storm builds energy. The forest waits in silent anticipation, still as glass. All creatures are tucked away, awaiting the renewal and snuggling deep in the safety of their homes. I crouch beneath a nearby tree, feeling the cool grasses beneath me.
One by one, large drops fall upon my skin. I close my eyes, and let them cleanse every inch of me. Slowly the winds build around me, and I become one with their power, feeling as if I am weightless, and continuing on with them in their journey. The earth shines in a deep color of jade, magnificent sparks left clinging to it from the lightning. The land explodes with the passion and energy of the passing storm, and then, without a word, softly settles into the afterglow to heal and rest.