Before the storm,
I see the darkness,
an ominous silhouette on the horizon.
I feel the wind, making the trees sway from side to side,
a gusty swoop of exhilaration.
A Phoebe bird in a willow tree, as the storm ruffles her soft feathers.
The storm is outside, but it is inside of me-
the thrill of lightning, the rumble of thunder.
I step, barefooted into the soft grass, surrounded by trees.
I feel the wind blow my hair behind me,
feel the first drops of rain coming down, as I raise my hands to meet them.
The lightning is reflected in my eyes,
the thunder in my heartbeat, my words.
Because in every seemingly perfect sunny day,
there is a storm waiting to show the world its worth.