Brainstorm

He speaks within the clouds
Nebulous words
In a thunderous voice.
Cotton wool muffles my ears.
I try to pull it out.
What is He saying?

Flashes of understanding light up my brain,
Then nothing.

I stand there, waiting
For the next flash,
Knowing that thunder will come first,
That it will startle me.
Maybe it will rattle my brain back into place,
Dislodge the cotton wool from my ears.

I stand there.

Suddenly rain wooshes down
Right through to my bones.