Brought to Life

A poem on the state in which I feel alive and connected with the world. I did this as part of a 30 Day Writing course I've joined that makes me write every day (so I'll hopefully be posting a little more often. Hopefully)

As the world retreats to safe shelter,

the rain falls hard on the ground,

creating echoes of silence

between drops.

On the roads devoid of people,

she emerged to embrace

all she could hold of the sky

and the clouds she dreamed 

to sit on, as a child.

As the rain pattered down

on window sills and tree tops,

making the leaves a little greener

(even in the absence of light),

the ground was brought to life

with smells of wet earth

and the empty spaces of the night

were filled by visits 

from fiercely loving winds

She stood and soaked it all in,

wet hair and clothes 

clinging to her body

(she shivered in the cold)

till her soul was set on fire

as the thunder and lightning outside

gave the storm in her a life.

With raging fervour

born from nature,

she danced to the 

orchestra of the elements.

As she spun and she jumped

and in her mind, flew,

released from the hold of the world,

she was free,

and for the first time

she was truly

Alive.