A brilliant branch
cracks down,
plasma booming.
It roars, reaches,
and crashes again.
Pregnant clouds play catch
with balls of rolling thunder.
Rooster tails of water spray.
and water fills the air
till it can hold no more.
The blood-warm mist
and steam wraps my skin.
I drink the wine
of the new mown lawn,
taste the rich
mesquite-green wind.
Mindflight 