written for Sashlash Stormsinger, my alter ego, Master of the Waters and Emperor Over a Thousand Seas
The green waters still,
Not a sound.
The waving trees hushed,
Not a breath.
The sky turning dark,
Nothing stirs
Save swift-moving clouds
Overhead.
A deep distant throb,
Thunder rolls.
A brief fright’ning flash,
Lightning strikes.
Thousands of droplets
Pound gently,
Waves thrashing upwards,
Water breaks.
The storm starts to surge,
To resound.
All nature responds
To my song
