Some people enjoy the
Sailing across the ocean,
Sun glinting on the horizon,
Birds singing, as day by day by day they
This life is not for me.
I like the storms,
The sound of heavy rain,
Crashing like a million bullets into all my walls.
The sound of the wind,
Shaking even the soundest of monuments.
I love the feeling of safety,
Cocooned in a blanket of protection,
as lights flicker and I am left,
reading only by the bright of the lightning storm.
Every once in a while,
A storm is a good thing.
It reminds you why you loved