Learn To Love The Tempest

Let the skies be grey

I love them so.

I love to see how darkness pours bliss.

I know the darkness precedes the tempest, yet

I smile and look up into the sky,

I can't stop nature,

Just wait for it to cease

'Cause I want to jump into the puddles

Made by the dark sky.

I want to learn to get wet

Without feeling cold.

I want to touch the dew drops

Without disturbing them,

And walk in the damp soil

Without staining myself.

The windows won't allow me,

But I'll lookout.

To learn to love the tempest

With its raging shriek to accompany me

Life long...