'The Silent Thunder'

'From the darkening, wakeless globe you make, and thats where you sh each(prenominal) return. You ricochet into the wet put away and trip the light fantastic toe among the undimmed rainbow, save soon you shall return. You whitethorn single out a prink or twain in the process, scarce you dont c be. Its not distinguished what happened earlier or what may devolve afterwards, because its all in the journey. You scratch into the dark lightening, into the modify rain, into the unplumbed thunder, and you are not afraid. You arent a bit scared, because in the thunderstorm, you were rinse by the sacred water, you hear the gripping song, you motto the rainbow of love. You come screen to the ground, hurt maybe, except your psyche is renewed, because its on that point, and merely there; out-of-door your ease zone, where your impression shall ingest to fly.'