Like Deliverance, by IJReilly on another post - this prose seems to describe a mystical moment, a transformational that changes the way you perceive reality (or further supports an existing worldview - depending if this happens more than just the once).
At speaks to us two levels, it is literal and metaphoric: the storm imagary communicates how the emotion-packed event "took you by storm" and that on the other side, was cleansing - much like a thunderstorm washes the landscape. At the end it's similar to the feeling after a storm - sunny, but damp with the residue serving as a reminder of the tempering tempest.
the sky and only you were
i felt the air turn
cold and damp wind
suddenly
swirled around me;
blowing leaves in a
circle where my body,
standing still,
was the
eye/
the circumference.
roars of thunder filled
the air and only you were
there to witness this rush-
when suddenly an angry
roar of music filled the
darkening sky
and my feet began to
lift
while my voice and
one unknown said
in unison,
“he wants to see you.”
but this was no introduction
i was looking forward to
as your face grew tiny and
the music grew louder.
the damp wind rushed down
the length of my body
and the clouds, with
their bursts of electricity and
shades of cold gray
began to break
(above) me
when finally, i awoke
sitting upright
blanketed by my own sweat
to spend most of the day
being especially kind
and thankful.