The storm came from the East.
It came unexpectedly.
There were no warning clouds.
It started at a gentle breeze.
I saw the lightning and was in awe.
The rain cooled my skin.
I never expected hail or hurricane.
In time they both came.
The hail came first and bruised me.
I found nowhere to hide.
I was vulnerable in the open, unsafe.
I felt as if the worst had come.
Then the hurricane brewed and came my way.
It carried me into it.
My body was no longer in my command.
Everything hit me.
I felt no escape, but I revered the pain.
Then the storm left to the West.
I was on the ground, not knowing whether to feel pain or joy.
Now, I lust after the lightning and rain.
I weep over the hail and the hurricane.