The crash of thunder,

The flash of lightning,

It excites me,

In a way I never knew.

I stand in the midst,

The wind swirling my hair,

I close my eyes,

I swear this is real.

I am powerful, 

But so weak and small.

I wish that the wind,

Would lift me off,

My grounded feet.

I'd fly with the rain,

I'd twirl with the tornado,

I just want to be there,

In the midst of the storm.

Surrounded by the dark,

Overhanging clouds.

I'll ride my steed of night,

Scream with the wind,

I'll paint myself with lightning,

And dance to the thunder.

Storms make me free,

They are where,

I want to be.