Early Eve Thunderstorm

Danger. Risk,

in these flashes of

light.

Bellows of thunder.

Feel the tiny pelting

of water drops.

The bark, so far,

is bigger than the bite.

Shouldn't I be inside,

seeking refuge,

a safety?

But I would miss

the breeze,

the kind you know

can only be that

of the mighty storm.

Sticky, unpredictable,

wind blows as it wishes.

Evidence of something

unstoppable,

just over the horizon.

Danger, maybe, but I need

to feel,

to see,

for myself.

The life in the thunderstorm

makes even me come to life.