The soul knows what the mind forgets.
I watch you standing at the window as rain streams ferociously down the glass
I watch as unknown terrors become a remembered whisper.
As your soul envelopes your heart slowing the rapid beat into a rhythmic lullaby.
Your eyes flash brighter than any lightening as a smile creeps across your face.
Your fear washed into the drains as flash floods create an explosion of giggles.
“This is cool, mum”. You say as the skies rumble,
Not their fear inducing rumble
Just a rumble.
You catch raindrops on your hand as we search for the rainbow,
Never before has that arch of beauty felt so magical then in this moment.
Karen Hayward ©2016 (images and words)