Storms
From vivid skies the rain pours down with force
The wind and water follow their own course
Others are seeking shelter from the storm
Yet in this volitility I'm born
With primal scream, I ascend to the sky
My wings are fully drenched and still I fly
Amongst the lightning bolts I choose to play
Those who see, are fearful and run away
They think that I am of another race
Madness and fascination on my face
Electricity courses through these veins
What the storm releases, I count as gains
Chasing storms, wishing to escape this dome
If I'm lucky, one day they'll lead me home
For Shadow's "Storms" Contest.
I was inspired to write a sonnet after reading Eileen's Sonnet.
Written June 29th 2014
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