I've always thought I loved storms; Where the rain beats against my window, Wind wailing, thunder rumbling, Lightning painting streaks Across the sky. There's nothing like standing underneath The angry clouds And letting the cold rain Wash all of your sins away.
I've always thought I was in love With the sky; The way it surprises me every day In its spectrum of Resplendent colors and soft greys. Personified in my adoration As maybe God himself, If God even exists. To this day, I'm not so sure, But I know the sky and that's Enough.
But as I wonder about these things, These forces of nature, I wonder about the circumstances Surrounding my experiences with them. I remember that, in the midst of storms, I always have a home to run into And a towel waiting for me to dry me off. I remember that while the sky is Ever changing, It always remains there.
So maybe what I've always loved, What I've always longed for, Is comfort.