Rain beats on the wind shield.
The wipers are doing double time.
Lightning dances across the sky
To the drumroll of thunder.
Why must I sit,
Imprisoned in safety,
When I want to run with the storm,
Arms outspread,
Heart thudding with the thunder,
And feel the wet rain-kisses
On my cheek?
Words...
Such broken and halting things
Never saying what I want to say.
Brushing the bloom from my lovely thoughts
And blurting them out in such a blunt way.