Weathering Passions

Rain dances
On Saturday nights
Find me happy
On Sunday mornings.
Streaks of lightening
Flash across the grey,
Jagged swirls of beauty.
I run to their calls,
Twirling faster
Until I fall.
That cleansing sensation,
Embodied invincibility.
With every graceful rotation
Worries fall
And my mind is cleansed.
The steady beats of toes
On impressionable ground,
Tenured against thunder.
Calm fills at its adoration.
The way it curls my hair,
Tears melded singularly
Washed softly away.
Moments of vulnerability,
No secrets.
Cloudy skies
Promise freedom,
A sense of weightlessness.
If the world is free
Then so am I.
A walk on Sunday mornings
Because I want to.
Inexplicably.