You

You
are thunder
deep and rumbling
across the heavens
shaking my core
with your rolling
voice
calling down
the blanket of wet
that covers terra firma
warrior's yowl

You
are lightening
raging
snapping
crackling
hissing
moving
lighting
shifting
raising
heating
smoking

You
are rain

damp

wet

plop

fall pour whisper
roar cool move
flow
sate

You
are earth
heavy and moist
full of life
teeming and deep
dark and rich
loamy and ruddy
moist, coarse, moldable
pliable and dank

You
are Mother
calling down the rain in a voice like thunder
electrifying life from the void of space
baptizing infants in your tears, your sweat, your bodies basin
reaping nourishment from the sod of labor the work of woman

You