There I was sitting outside on a cool summer night.
Just outside watching a storm roll in.
Listening to the rain drops individually hit the grass and leaves.
Watching the lightening kiss the sky.
Hearing the roar of thunder that pierces my heart.
Then it dawns on me.
Everybody is a storm that wants to be watched,Listened too and as beautiful as.
We want others to lighten there skies in a dark moody night.
We want others to listen to us when we just want to be heard.
And we want others to look at the beauty of the mess we are.

Everybody is a beautiful storm that wants to be heard, noticed and admired.