Searching For Seasons

Call the lightning
Feel the current rage
Amongst a sky of eyes
Erupting in thunder
Of a dream

Let it shake
All clouds of morning
Charging every mind
Now left asunder
In the slip stream

Call the rain
Feel the waters flood
Around fields of want
Drifting in the shore
Of evening glow

Let it cleanse
Visions of the night
Tired of the haunt
Begging for the peace
In the undertow

Call the wind
Feel the mercy drift
For all the souls afire
Searching for seasons
In the air

Let it blow
Away every thought
That denies your desire
And folds the sky
In despair

Reviews

[ETERNITY]

Brandon, I feel an explosive rage in this one, maybe silent for a long time but as unpredictable as lightning. And as powerful. The eyes in the sky, there are many involved.
Maybe a people tired of battle, tired of the lies.
Wanting mercy.
In the end, desire wins out.
Thanks Brandon

[Curly Grace]

Breaking it into lightning, rain, and wind gives each section its own emotional current instead of everything blending at once. And “searching for seasons in the air” is a genuinely beautiful line. That one lingered.

[Relic]

You've used a clever idea of using the elements of a storm and connecting each to everyday life and its travails. Often we each experience storms in our lives. You seem to have used it in a more positive way with this. Nice writing.