Calm is what seeks me
Comforting sight, those angry clouds above.
Continuous rumbling of thunder, vicious and gracefully brutal, accompanied by the sudden whiplash, the kiss of the wild wind. Such a day, waiting impatiently for this moment, it promises a cleansing, and its worth the wait.
Smile, a tired crooked smile, is what I can offer the menacing sky. So little, yet sincere do the warmth I generate, gratitude to the monstrosity of what seeks to engulf me.
The Storm, my moment of calmness.