Thunderstorms

My non-rhyming poem :D

The sky is a dark blue-grey,
Clouds are swollen with the weight of their stored cargo,
Silence hangs in the air like a forgotten coat on a hook,
Tension crackles through the air like lightning,
I stand on the edge of the storm,
Frozen in time,
Waiting.

Minutes pass me by without a second glance,
Paying me no mind; not caring that I need this storm,
To calm the storm within me,
One that is so convoluted and tangled that it threatens to consume me,
The sound of my soft breathing splits the silence,
I stand on the edge of the storm,
Frozen in time,
Desperate.

There! A raindrop! A tiny, silver sliver of Heaven, a tear of God, a precious diamond,
Thunder splits the sky in half, ripping through it like the claws of some massive cat,
The tension breaks in a moment; gone is the stiff, warm silence,
Broken forever by the need of my aching soul,
I stand on the edge of the storm,
Frozen in time,
Revived.

Rain pours down over my outstretched, reaching arms,
Soft pinpricks of heavenly liquid trickle down over my skin,
I close my eyes, take a deep breath, breathe for the first time,
I can smell the wet air, the leaking clouds, the dripping grass;
I stand on the edge of the storm,
Frozen in time,
Alive.