Windstorm.

The iminant storm manifested suddenly in a wild unearthly frenzy.
Flashes of lightening streaked across the sky,
Thunder roared with rebellious mighty crashes, as elemental defiance hurled
its shrieking ferocity upon the face of the Earth.

As the world trembled under its teriffic vibrations, the distant voices of the village
folk could be heard, high pitched and anxious, desperate to escape the Tempests
wrath.

Yet I, I was stirred to adoring salutations; Transfixed, disassociated, enveloped in
pure energy.
It was then the rain came.
Wave after wave of swirling liquid pleasure intensifying the chaos.
So heavy was the torrential downpour that the raging drops seemed to
coalesce, unify into one single entity,
A watery curtain shrouding the Earth, birthing a world devoid of definition and scale.

Purple streaks snaked across the sky through ebony darkness as gusts of wind
whirled about me touching my skin with almost human tenderness.
I shared its rhythm, heard its voice, percieved the echoes of ancient ecstasies,
As i was transported ever deeper into its heaving realm, into the Palaces of Air.

Alas, all to soon it was over,
And once again I was held in gravities clawing embrace,
unfaithful to its loving gaze,
Dreaming only of that rushing wind, and its supernal sphere of being.

©Sara Lovell