Loud

I was born from a raincloud In the mid-afternoon of a Johannesburg haze When Air had swallowed all the heat and sweat From the forehead of every runner along the Sandton hills From all the thrumming fields and it's trees When the city had thinned and dried of all it's grit Mother commanded Air to relieve them of their fast And a thick mass of cloud darkened the sky Ground and wood sat brooding in anticipation Quiet Still All waits for Mother Then a clap like glass shattering over the Earth cuts across And rain bleeds out, spilling it's temperament onto homes and down streets The storm's roar pierces above the city Cloud screams as it's rings bounce between buildings In a final shriek the thunder stops And in the daisy patch of my mother's garden, I cry in need So forgive me When I am so excited I can't control my singing I'm merely happy So forgive me When I sense danger and I cry out for the sake of protection I'm just clawing onto safety So forgive me When things become manic and I bellow out I'm fighting for control However I shall not dim Nor dull Mother birthed me in Air's purple winds And I feel the energy it shoots through my blood Before I may have bent to what they asked of me But now I soar with the force that Ocean gifted me They label me hysterical, say I shriek Prefer me soft and somewhat meek Instruct I move lightly and without force The obedient type whose not so coarse Demand less and smile more What else are pretty faces for? So I sit and I wait On the next call I'm yet to make I breathe in air, wind, night and day To blow the non-believers away