Prayer to the Storm God

After the destruction of your thunderbolt, the rains
come and the fields grow green.
Too often I pray for your demolition of obstacles,
and too rarely for a good to replace them.
Even as I pray to you for your raw power,
use it to remove as well this weakness of mine which separates:
the end from the beginning,
destruction from creation,
your fire from the life-giving water that cools and feeds the earth as you pass by.