The storm is not eternal
It fades as fast as you do
Dripping wet
With stinking sweat
Sweet nature’s liquor
Thudding percussion
Sudden impressions
Parallels my heart
Rapid successions
Of white lightning
Not at all frightening
But hypnotic
As we count the distance
Between the lightning
And the thundering
One two a mile through
The storm will stop
And so will you