Love of Storms

lovely are the storms In their magnificence and maleficence The droning rain and the rolling thunder Coming together to form a symphony Joined by the singing sleet And the harmonious hail While the mind plays a melody 
 Lonely is the absent Rushing through the storm Or coming nowhere near Not listening to the wonderful music Nor taking in the beauty 
 Curious is the wanderer Who takes in the storm As the storm has taken them in Their mind being swoon by the music Swaying their thoughts and emotions 
 But alas it must end For better or for worse The beginning and the end Of a wonderful arrangement With the most delightful and distressing songs All part of the storm 
 Exeunt Storm.