The Storm

I opened my window to the storm and...

It was wild

It overwhelmed me in all the right ways

Like...

Freedom.

Like I am the storm...

like I am the storm.

The Freshness - I can't even describe it -

I was... paralyzed,

fingers still on the window-

I was in awe of her beauty,

of her wildness,

of her fierceness.

And she's me... or I am her...

I am in love with the storm.

I thought I feared it, but.. I love it.