Clouds gather, shadows cast, a whirlwind of thoughts in the breath of wind, a shiver of leaves, responding, reacting to the stir of the storm.

Thunder rolls, a raw symphony, a Dadaist chaos of sound, as raindrops become drums, splashing rhythms madly on rooftops, on sidewalks, inviting children to dance.

The earth drinks deep, a parched thirst quenched, a life renewed, the soil sighs, a moment of truth, a resurgence, a promise held high.

The world spins, a carousel of time, a nature’s theater, an unfolding mystery. I am every drop, every blade of grass, every storm, watching the play unfold, while I surrender myself to the dance of the universe.

• Alice Toklas