The Wrath of a Storm

In lieu of the insane rain we have been getting lately where I live, I wrote a poem. There is always rain, there is never a day that's just, nice. Rain can be nice, but come on, only rain and barely sun since November? Rain can actually be beautiful, sometimes it can be prettier than a bright blue sky with the sun shining. I like it when lightning strikes and thunder cracks, it shakes the earth. Once the light comes through the window, everyone looks at each other, counting "one mississippi, two mississippi three- oh! it's only two miles away!". It really can be magical, you just gotta look for it. Jump in the puddles. Count how far away the lightning is. Hide away with the people closest to you, or even a pet. Cuddle up with a book and a nice blanket. Until next time, stay curious, and let your thoughts linger. 

The smell of the rain before it approaches 
the calm trees and the light breeze 
The sky starting to cloud
And the sun hiding away 
Knowing something we don’t
Then in an instant 
The bellowing winds and the pelting rain
Trees swaying and branches falling 
Litter roaming the streets and thunder cracking
Lightning flashing bright in the sky
She does not ask to be seen
She demands it
The wrath of a storm 
Is like no other