Storms

I have no memories
Of thunder shaking the house
And lightning illuminating the darkened skies
Dreary rain, I thought, empty, loud, scary
Now I watch it, and I gasp
At the simple beauty of rain surges
That dance on the streets
"I think it's calming down," my brother says
As if the sky is a little worked up
And just needed to let out some energy
And I believe this

I struggle to keep myself inside
There is thunder, and lightning, I think
But there is rain, gorgeous rain
Calling to me, come, come
And all I want is to dance
Like the storm outside my window
I'll be listening to my brother's
Philosophy of the skies
Like I used to do with my friend
As she pointed to the sky at reccess
And claimed that a storm was coming,
You could smell it, and see it
And I believed her
And we'd stare at that sky
As I'd tell her that someday
She should become a weather girl...

Of all the destinies we might own...