Storm Listen as the lightning-burst trips the thunder’s power-strip, spins the rustic rooster, upon the weather vane, striking in transmission Spirit of the Plain. Watch as the lightening-fork punctuates the earth’s floor, flashing gold theatrics crush the storm’s vein, streaming from the aether a silver shower of rain. Wait to hear the thunder-roll clapping in the cloud-form, applauding with vibration, rumble, roar and wane, lowered arc of rainbow, consecrates the rain. Helene Castles   When the Bubble Bursts The probing impulse punctures the allure of words that breathe, the breath within resounds, a theme, that seemed so blindingly obscure, emerges,…