We Are a Storm

A sudden chill.
A darkening sky.
A silence.

The wind rushes as it flees.
A transient stillness.
The air is charged with things to come.

My bright one, my beacon,
what timid creatures cling to your ankles
as you march through this emptiness?
Hope rides on your shoulder,
facing the void.
Faith buries its face against you
but keeps one eye open.
They look to your radiance
to guide them to safety.

These fragile things
do not know
you are the lightning,
and I, thunder.
I follow you, invisible,
yet shaking the earth.