A thunderstorm has come and gone.
It’s boisterous roaring knocking on doors and windows,
It’s rain covering the sky
Releasing all of your fear and confusion back onto you
You burn sage, to clear the energy
To make a way for the peace you know awaits you
Amid the clouds
To find your inner eye in the eye of the storm.
You breathe deeply
And suddenly there is no more rain
Just the quiet, still presence that has always existed
Within the world, within you.