A rushing mighty wind lifts her
As her fury and the rain descends
Down, sideways, diagonal.
Clouds part as rainbows shimmer in the peripheral.
A gentle breeze rustles the dandelions.
Her laughter drawing out the flora and the fauna.
Warrior born, bred of the streets.
Her wisdom saves her foes from the frightening elements.
To bad for them she’s trained in hand to face combat.
She’s every woman.
A storm if she has to be
A calm healer, rejuvenating all under her watch.
Blessed bright lady indeed.