Purification

Darkness looms and

Shadows grow long.

The moon hides behind 

A thick veil of clouds,

The sky pregnant 

With the promise of rain.

Lightning arcs

In a blinding flash

And the heavens roar

As heavy tears dampen

Not only the streets, 

But also my pillow.

The trees bow their thanks

While my body curls up,

Waiting for the peace

Which follows such

An intense purification.

The storm breaks

And the moon emerges

Before sleep finds me.

I wake with sore eyes,

But with peace in my soul, 

To a world made fresh.

I sense hope

Where before 

I saw only despair.

Mayhap today

My heart will sing.