A passing storm
You are a storm. Off in the distance.. I can see the dark brooding clouds The energetic flashes of lightning But you are off in the distance.. I can't hear the crack of thunder or I can't smell the rain as it hits the hot earth.. I long for the monsoon in dry land.. But the winds take you elsewhere You are a storm. A brutish force of nature Beautiful in your chaos.. Your lightning may strike, You can create fire. Your rains may flood, You can carve rivers. But always.. Life thrives in the aftermath of your destruction. You are an artist. And I admire from the distance.