The rain is soft against my chilled skin
And I can barely feel the cold.
The wind is strong and
I'm afraid it'll knock me over.

I had this fear as a child,
A fear of blowing away.
I'd avoid heights
And stay inside during windy days.

The rain is good to me
Calming me down,
Hiding my tears
And the sounds of my shouts.
I wonder where the wind
Is taking them.

I like being in the middle of a storm
Because it reflects the tornado
Inside.