Storm Chaser
Thunder calls; I answer.
Lightning blooms like wild fire.
The rain sings without fear.
Clouds cradle silver flame.
My heart races with the sky.
Love strikes just as swiftly.
Both leave the world transformed.
Neither asks for permission.
I welcome every storm.
Its light feels like home.
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