Alive:

Rainy days stormy nights
above the heavens open
Calling pressing for attention
whislt the masses sleep on
dreaming of all that will be has been
the rain falls pitter patter upon the pane
as if little fingers tapping to me so
my window I open
the sounds eerily piercing my world
as the light streaks on through
lighting all that it touches
its spindly fingers pointing out
reaching so to the distance
as if to say here here it is
go see your notice
I light the path for you
how deadly it is in its persuasion
pressing me urging me to seek
its lighted bounty
I cant but not admire its beauty
aware of its strength and resolve
as it fills me with its raw energy
eons of time sit with me so
stirring my senses
shaking my fibre
and in this instance
I realise I am but alive....