THUNDERSTORMS
I could never really describe the way
thunderstorms made me feel
It is a strange experience.
At first,
as the wind starts rising
and getting stronger,
I feel it inside me.
Everything growing bigger and building up.
Then the sirens,
as a warning that soon,
I will explode.
And it begins.
Lightning strikes
and thunder falls
just a few seconds behind.
All in the meanwhile,
giant droplets fill the isolated streets
that are my skin.
In the end all that is left,
is the petrichor of the rain.
This poem is about:
Me