Rainfall, thunder Crashes, electrifying lightning, there is something in a storm that is incredibly poetic. Past the metaphorical washing away of sins and literal lifegiving superpowers that comes from the rain. A storm cannot be defined. It is self contradicting and chaotic and beautiful and somehow so very human. Maybe that is the poetic part. Not the storm, but man’s uncanny ability to anthropomorphize any object in our realm. After all don’t we name storms after people? Don’t we pretend that natural disasters are some omniscient being punishing our enemies? Humans take all things and turn them into puppets of some volatile marionette show. If you take the human out of a storm can you still call it a storm? If you take the storm out of a human can you still call it a human?