The thunder rumbles, and the lightning strikes.
The rain falls heavily; the wind howls.
I place my crystals on the window sill.
I chant a spell of protection and power.
My crystals glow in the moonlight.
Numerous candles burn, wax dripping.
Sage also burns to cleanse all in my vicinity.
I place a sigil on my wrist and candle,
strengthening my magick.
Amethyst and aura quartz form a circle around my tarot deck.
I draw six cards – cards that will guide me.
I take a shot of moon charged vodka, swinging my pendulum.
I ask my question and wait for its answer.
Thunder shakes the house, and lighting illuminates my room.
I make some jasmine tea and mutter a protection charm.
The rain washes away all that would harm – it purifies me and my land.
For I am indeed a storm witch.
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PoetryThis is a collection of random poems/letters that I'll probably never get to say aloud.
