I was afraid of the storm and the power it possessed
I thought it was rude and angry
It was a large man thundering out vicious words like rain
I watched as veins flashed across his face like lightening
I would lay terrified in bed as he lit up my room and darkened my skies
He would turn off all the lights if my attention was divided
Forcing me to listen to his every word
To absorb them like rain on the dry earth
As I grew fear turned to awe
Instead of hiding, I sat outside and watched the beauty unfold
As the Earth came alive and I watched clouds fight like children in the sky
They tossed and turned, dodged and tumbled over each other
But when the booming, motherly, voice of reason could not reign them in
Her hands would flash out like lightenings to separate them
She opened the skies like floodgates
The clouds dropped their faces to the Earth as muttered apologies poured from them like rain
As awe turned to jealousy, I knew I was wrong before
The storm was like me and had a story to tell
Unlike me the storm was brave enough to say it and strong enough to make you listen
I wanted to make the world hear me
But no matter how I tried, how I screamed, the world shut me out
So I used the storm
I wrote my story and sent it to the moon
And the thunder tells my story for me.