Little Storm Chaser Poem by Milan Van Zuyen

Standing in the open field
Watching the roiling black fury of sky
Come harrowing ever closer without yield
As brilliant lightning flashes by and by
But while I should be quaking with fear
I am instead stuck fast in abject wonder
Ov'r the magnifecent display of power here
Punctuated with cracks of rolling thunder
In place of terror, I feel oh so alive
I'd not seek cover but rather revel in the rain
With the storm coursing throuh my veins, I thrive
Now forever changed, ravenous to feel the storm again