The winds are mightier today
Than the motion of (winged) flight;
Everywhere I turn to look:
He brings lightning in sight.
The lights in turn, speak of violet,
I feel Divinity seeping in, to my Crown…
In glimpses as brief, as intense as bolts
Bolts dancing in the black of Heaven’s rage!
Gypsy caravans of pilgrim clouds,
A bouquet of dull gold, white and grey…
I feel so right to be in love with Rain,
To see the cosmos of the Earthly Sky
Rejoice her arrival in elaborate play!