Weather or not the rainstorm hits

I can always hear the thunder,

The pounding that won’t quit

Tends to leave me in wonder.

The violent push of a strong tide

That sweeps me off my feet

The feeling when two forces collide

Be they atoms fused or converging streets

What is this sense, the roaring rush,

The lightning spreading through my veins?

Is it fear of flames, the blazing brush,

Or all the dreams that I’ve slain?

Some moments are blurred by a hazy dust

Suffocating the vibrant day.

Trees begin falling to the earth’s very crust

All at once my hopes crumble away.

Other times like the soft, friendly breeze

I’m guided in a different direction,

I’m an eagle that soars above the trees

Which to me, is absolute perfection.