The Storm

the storm came
violent and without remorse
the rain pelting down
comforting, yet ferocious
the droplets falling onto my outstretched hand
the children were frightened
and nestled in close to
the bodies of me and my mother
at their honest, innocent ages
they know not of this duality
the beautiful and the enraged
all tangled up together
like the physical presence
of my heart and longing
for the cleansing and renewal
but as well for the rage
and the fury to be unleashed.