Windy Whispers

The storm came dancing

in again today.

As of late, it never seems to tire.

Painting with its pallet

of grays and whites.

Singing as it does in windy whispers 

and frightening howls.

Gifting us its
blessing of promised moisture.
It waltzes though with fine cool mist,
with raging downpours
and a dash of hail.
Singing in a voice that shakes
the earth and soul.

In flashes of blue 

I see this movement in its

complexity.

This is the call of the storm.

And I marvel at strength and grace.

Seeing this as more then water,

wind and electricity.

Knowing that it an art

that Nature calls her own...