She gathers her skirts of silver cloud
Above the restless, waiting land,
Her breath a hush, then long and loud,
A warning no one can command.
The trees fall still to hear her speak,
The rivers pause beneath her gaze,
The mountains bow, austere and bleak,
As thunder crowns her shadowed ways.
She braids the lightning in her hair,
Gold fire stitched through sheets of gray,
And flings it wildly through the air
To split the night apart from day.
Her tears are rain—relentless, cold—
They drum on roof and root and stone,
Each droplet fierce, each torrent bold,
A symphony the sky has thrown.
The ocean answers with a roar,
Waves rising like a rebel choir,
While winds unfasten every door
And feed the dark with urgent fire.
Yet in her fury, fierce and free,
There beats a steady, ancient heart—
For every shattered branch we see
Is just the start of healing’s art.
By dawn she softens into mist,
Her rage dissolved in amber light,
Leaves jeweled where her rain has kissed,
The world made clean by holy night.
Mother Nature does not destroy
Without the promise of rebirth;
Within her storm, both dread and joy
Are woven in the fate of Earth.
Thank-you for reading,
Brenda Marie
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This is a truly beautiful and powerful poem. You’ve woven such vivid imagery—I can see her there in the sky, with her skirts of silver cloud and lightning braided in her hair. The way you personify the storm as a majestic, untamed woman is stunning. My favorite lines are “Gold fire stitched through sheets of gray” and “A symphony the sky has thrown.” Absolutely breathtaking work, Brenda!
Thank you so much for your beautiful words. I’m really touched that the imagery spoke to you so vividly. When I wrote it, I imagined the storm as this powerful, untamed presence—almost like a woman dancing across the sky—so it means a lot that you could see her there too.
I’m especially glad those lines stood out to you. “Gold fire stitched through sheets of gray” was one of those moments where the image just appeared in my mind, and I hoped it would capture that sudden brilliance lightning brings to a dark sky.
Your encouragement truly means a lot to me. Thank you for reading and for sharing such a thoughtful response—it really brightens my heart. ⛈️✨