Thunderstorm

I look out at the evening sky And heave a deep weary sigh. I want to be standing outside With my arms out open wide. Thunder, lightening, and the rain All natures version of my pain. As the thunder across the skies coil So does my soul have its turmoil. Feels I should be out in this storm Watching, waiting for it to transform And knowing that on some level This is my time to shine, to revel! I want to feel the electricity All that emotional complexity To be released into the night air So I can have not a care. The storm does make me feel alive Like there is nothing I can't survive! It leaves me feeling like I am new, Like there is nothing I can't do.