Through the storm in our hearts
Through the veil in our minds
Through the blindness in our eyes
A body of storm cries.
Fearful, yet fascinated
Isolated, yet captivated
Contemplating,
Pulsating
With the rage, awaited.
Through the blinding, scathing winds
Through the loud and gusty grinds
Through the startling, instant thunders
A soul, tormented
Becomes contented.
See the lightnings penetrating
The world, outside!
Safe and sound in the shelter
Inside, a wise elder
Is and flees from, concurrently
A thunderstorm.