The Face of the Earth

Am I the only one who doesn't care it's raining? That it's cold outside and no one's on the street When the wind is blowing a hundred miles an hour And the earth decides to shake its fist at me When the elements electrocute my senses And lightning carves the sky with angry streaks When flying branches shatter picket fences And thunder gives an awe inspiring speech When the water that surrounds me churns and vomits And the shoreline has no choice but to retreat Not a morsel of my soul is craving shelter I choke on rain and plant my stubborn feet This is the fragile life that we inherit These are the numbered days that mark my place The Earth can be so damn intimidating But I'm happy any time it shows its face