Spring Storm

The sky clears its mighty throat
And rolls its intentions outward
As flashes of silver veins spread
Through the soft underbelly.
Tears of the goddesses flow, caressing the land
With heaven’s wealth and goodness.
The sky spreads and all humans hear
As it moves across the face of the earth
The land, the sea, refreshed, delighted
To open its eyes and give bounty
Of its greenery, its life, all things new
That walk or fly or sprout from the ground
Serving our senses, our needs, our good.