I can feel the rain coming,
feel the thunder rolling in
feel lightning's anticipation.

I hear the wind's warning,
and her eery way of sending me away.
but I want to stay.

and though she calls for shelter,
the grey looming whips of clouds
are comforting to me.

so I wait.
I wait for them to start the storm
that always calms me.

to feel the beauty of the rain.
to hear beauty in the roaring.
to see flashes of beauty in the sky.

every bit is wondrous,
and together they create disaster,
they cause destruction.

but the aftermath is peace,
it is silence,
it is a new beginning.

and that is what makes it so, perfect.