• I feel the rain pounding on my skin,
    I see the lightning splitting like the branches of a tree,
    I hear the thunder clashing with the earth,
    I smell the dirt drowning In the flood,
    But I don’t taste a thing.

    Harder and harder it strikes my window,
    The wind so strong it bends trees,
    The strike range so close I feel the ground shake,
    But I am not afraid.

    I don’t run to my mother like a frightened child,
    I don’t go stand in my yard like I have a death wish,
    I sit on my windowsill and watch,
    And listen,
    And feel mother nature.

    I stay there,
    Unmoving and silent,
    Unwilling to do anything else,
    Until its over and the storm has passed,