Calming the beast

The rain burst through
a behemoth of sound
bringing with it a chill to soak
the bones and wither the souls
of mortal beings
with their rushes and sighs
doorslams and cries
shivers, angst, tears and fears …

The green ones drink
in silence
for this is their time, their silent hour

for nature’s silence is the beautiful sound
of life, her heartbeat, her gift.

They know how to calm the behemoth

While we run and hide
they embrace the storm.