There’s something cathartic about a storm,
As if the heavens had imbued
All the torment and misery of this world
Into dark nebulous clouds
And reached a rumbling rage
Pain that could no longer be contained –
Like tears, it only takes an unchecked trickle
for the torrent to cascade
Cold, wet ice stones strike
Parched and inflamed souls,
Cooling, soothing, refreshing
The sky roars and weeps
Until all is purged again
– Hafsah @ Esoteric Sips
Originally published in August 2015 issue of SISTERS Magazine