Brave the Storm

Contemptuous clouds were looming largely. Their overhead disdain exuded warm phlegmatic spittle on me angrily. Conspiring gales abet the raging storm. The thunderous claps reverberated abusive oaths, some four-lettered words --Bang! and boom! -- resumed throughout the tempested display. Below, I protested, harangued: " I stand amidst your heavenly vengeance composed and wet. Your threats of torrent might impresses only the meek. If by chance you see me tremble --not because of fright. I shiver only from the cold my friend. Rain! Blow! And Clap! I'll brave it till the end."