Storms rage,
and I cannot look away;
I am not scared.
Let the trees fall around me
and the air crackle with static.
The wind can wist me away
while I stare into the sky’s oblivion
searching for the elusive bolt.
The world can flash around my eyes,
leave me half-second blind,
and I will not hesitate
to step out into the open.
Take me while you can
dastardly weather
I am yours
for now.