My Friend the Storm

When the atmosphere discharges,

I become one of the few

who doesn't feel afraid

I've found a loving home

in the clouds

and their symphony orchestra

The watery wisps give me

someone I can cry with and not

feel chained back

Drops of rain tell me their stories

I'd tell them mine

if I weren't so intrigued

My friends don't visit often

It's a pleasure to catch up 

before the wind shoos them away

Author's Note

No sugarcoating, I'd like to know if something sounds awkward or unnecessary