Storn

The air hangs heavy
And my body aches
With sympathy.
The pressure creates
Intense desire
For release.
The tension is tangible.
Sweat clings to my body.
The clouds hang bloated,
Making the day
Dim and uncertain.

My skin prickles,

A shuddering breath

Then tumultuous rain.

Release comes.

With a violent clash

Of light and sound.

Desert Song

Notes of music
Fall into my sou,l
Beating,
Against the hard
Compact surface.
Running off
In a flood
Of emotion.

The cracked surface
Resists,
Repels,
And then drinks,
Sucking greedily,
Needing more-
Never enough.

The soul softens,
And Expands,
Into new life,
Reaching for more.
Beginning
In a song.
Cascading rhythms,
Refresh
The parched landscape.