It's the way the lightning crackles on her skin
and flashes through her eyes,
thunder makes her knees just tremble;
stifling the cries.
Letting the rain soak through her outstretched arms
as if redemption was
just another act of mercy,
rewarded, not deserved
like a prayer without a pause.
As that one Omniscient being
almost, yet to be transformed,
Listens to these tangled words
and answers back the storm.