THE STORM

I am thinking of the storm,

Strong, destructive and resilient,

And my thoughts wander afar,

I wish I was the storm itself,

And not the victim,

The whirls destroying,

Everything in the storms,

I wish I had this strength,

And power,

Strong, messy but still beautiful,

And as I sit still,

Meditating on the awe,

The beauty and messes,

I am wishing I was nothing but a storm.