I Am

I was born to be a rainstorm

The words you do not speak

When the rain it starts to hail 

And the roof begins to leak

I was born to be the wind

A tornado just inside

Though you run for shelter

From myself I cannot hide

I was born to be an earthquake

I dare not make a move

For if the ground is shaking

My feet did make the grove

I was born to be the lightning

But no one thought it nice

When my light struck down on earth

And fire was the price

I was born to be a storm

But I think it's safe to say

You would never miss the sun

If the sky was never grey

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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