last night you were nothing
just a thought in the clouds.
i laid awake, just for a little while,
and drank in your precursors -
the wind and lightning and soft rumbling thunder.
this morning, as i gazed out with blurry eyes
you were powerful and sounded relentless
as though you would go on for ever and ever -
and i fancied i even heard you trespassing into my room
as my eyes slipped shut again.
this afternoon you released the land
allowing the sun to shine through,
only the chattering stream achoing for me
the soft velvet clatter of your voice.