Flurries against the gentle pane,
Life is borne this day,
A game inside this blessed rain,
please listen to its way,
Build-up momentum, then taken away,
the calm during the eye,
Thunder breaks to bring forth a new day,
this peace is but a lie,
Drops of rain roll and bead
on the brow of the horizon,
For now the motion of the falling sheets
gives life to my third eye and
I feel the moist earth.
Stride forth this bolt of lightning,
Before the storm's rebirth I give
a steady pulse most frightening,
Here comes the rain again...
- Spike Satori
