The road rushes past
My cigar glows in my hand
The rainvaettir come down, a billion upon billion rattling dancers
The road, the car, all full of the sound of Their feet
The road rushes past and I see it
The first lightning bolt of the season here
Arc through the sky, behind the clouds
A silhouetted dancer
Whose drumming partner pounds and the sky shakes
Tendrils of smoke out the window and up to you all
The Thunderbird People
The rainvaettir
The stormvaettir
The Jotuns of storms
The Spirit of Storms
Odin
Thor
I call to you and say your names as Midgard fills with stomps with billions of feet
As the skies split with the fury of dancers and beating of wings
As the wind shakes and the clouds let loose the crowds
As the drumming thunderers crash and clash
The Worlds are alive and here
The Worlds are alive and there
and I am thankful to bear witness
Sarenth Odinsson 
…you wouldn’t happen to be in Southern California, would you? Otherwise, synchronicities ahoy for me, as this describes an exact moment that I had this evening down to the T.
Hail Thor, hail Chaak!
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Heh, nope. I’m in Michigan. ^_^
Hail Thor! Hail Chaak!
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This is a lovely poem !
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this is breathtaking and wonderful.
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Very beautiful poem.
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