An Appeal from My Forehead

You will hurt yourself
 trying to contain
 the frantic energy of the storm.
 
 You will hurt me,
 the simple thick bone around it.
 
 I’m here to protect you
 but these racing currents
 are hard to hold for long.
 
 Please

let the rain fall to a thirsty earth.

Allow the wind its wailing song.

Accept the invitation of the thunder
 to wrap yourself in a blanket
 and sit by the window.

 Watch, listen.
 
 Potent weather is passing through
 full of electricity and drama.

Set it free.
 It will nourish the soil
 and cleanse the air
 if you let it.

Photo by Eugene Triguba