Waiting Out the Storm

This is a poem I've been slowly adding to for a while, just a musing about my perception of the rain depending on where I'm at.
 
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More than enough rain
To drown out the rage
Too humid to want
Anything
But that electric scream
The scream that soothes the swell,
That embolic tidal wave
Threatening to become the tsunami
The only chaos that calms
Blood-blinded confusion
I am become your hurricane
 
Free my heart and make it sing
Drain my blood and make it dance
Grab hold of my soul
And take it down, down, down
 
When it rains,
I remember where I am
 
The heavy drizzle
Beats down the city
Rattles the glass panes
And brings the wind to shake
This concrete paradise
Your power is out
 
The gentle shower
Moves and flows through the dirt
Nurturing the life within
Only on the reservation
Have you experienced
Rain like this
 
We are born from water
We know it well
And so,
Through thick and thunder
We wait
Our hands are still
Our souls are calm
And our eyes glistening
Our minds listening
We wait for the flash
The signal
The earth is alive once more