Hard rain on my seared root
you are - and lightning bolt

you're wind come wild
thrashing one black tree
against the light-cracked sky

you are what breaks
apocalypse - the day
and you thick night

you are the changeless
peaks and you deep valley
torrent carving stone

you're stone that holds
all raging in - you are
the raging
you the din

and you the Holy
silence when it ends.