A Storm Came

 

With the darkness
An eerie calm arose
All was quiet and still
Waiting for the storm
To make itself known

Destruction was predestined

Preparations made
In order for all to go well
Prayers spoken

The long wait began
As no more could be done
Tension was thick
As the winds began
Flashes of lights
Streamed across the sky
Barrels of thunder clasped
And rippled into each dwelling

Tears formed
As the rain fell
A shout echoed
As thunder roared

Suddenly quiet

Breathing deeply
A moment to think
Review all advice
Freely choosing a path
For reflection

And then
The winds
The rains
The floods
All at once
Continuing
For hours

Vibrations silenced
The storm has passed
Resting from
Exhaustion
Cleanup and check out
To come later

Quietly resting
Body recuperating
Mind needs stillness
Breathing deeply
Sleeping at long last

By Pauline Harris

Raining Truth

A clasp of thunder-

Streaks of rain-

Collapsing in puddles-

Some may drain-

Others stay afloat-

Another bright blast-

Of Light shown through-

Crackling booms afoot-

Still so many lost-

In thoughts of-

Which way to turn-

Frantic calls-

No one hearing the Truth-

Storms continue-

To confuse all-

Some begin to search-

There must be-

A way …Some One-

Who holds some answers-

Researching the methods-

And learning what some are not telling-

Those who have been bought-

There is a secret to tell-

Only a few will hear-

Thunder and storms-

May come, but the Truth is-

For those who want to-

Have a world for all-

To live in and be free-

To not have to worry about-

Food or shelter or education or transportation-

Truth is for all-

Freedom is for all-

Thunder and rain may come,

But Truth remains free.

~pharris

The Sound of Rain

Imagine a day when the sound of rain coming down was peaceful and calming to the very core of your being. The pitter patter sound as it hit the ground and surrounding areas. Each drop echoing the whispers heard within the wind…angelic whispers of songs of joy and peace. Soothing is such a sound. All troubles, worries, and thoughts seem to slip away…almost completely forgotten. Pitter-patter…A flash of lightning blazes across the sky…Boom and crackle. A rush of excitement as one watches the dancing lightning with the thundering sounds. Slowing the sounds seem to become less intense and less vibrant. Calmness instills within. Joyfulfilled.~pharris2013

My painting of Clouds in progress with Rain Poem.

Oneness

as one inspires one,
others inspires one…
connection to the Divine
complete
as oneness envelopes

Hear me, as I look
to the east
My eye gaze
upon a feast
Wonderous colours
Encircle the sky
As the Sun rises
To greet the day

A car may rumble by
But all I hear
Is the distant
Long since gone
Thunder
who once prey
upon us
Only to give us
so little rain

Whispering wind
still
Persists
speaking of triumphs
During the night

A squeech
A sound
A cry
The birds
delight as they drink
from the water dish
left out for the dogs

There goes little one
digging in the flowers
might be some grubs
or some mouse in there
Such a hunter
Tail-wag
Success in the making
whether to actually catch
something or not
the Success is all
in the game of play

Little joys
bring such
Big delight
to ones
who open up
to see
~Pauline Harris2012