THERE IS THUNDER

There is thunder in the air.
Moving in across this wide, clear day, it calls from afar,
Signaling change.

I hear the rumbling,
Outside, above the trees,
And inside my heart,
Banging against each hollow rib,

Reminding me,
The outer reflects the inner.
What do I need to let go of,
In this world of mine?

And what do I need to enfold,
In limitless sky-arms?

Any minute, the rains will fall,
Blessing what I most need to love.