"I Loved the Storm"

I loved the storm when I was still a child.
I looked at it like it was something wild
That shook the heavens with its awesome roar.
I locked it out behind the wooden door.

The clouds turned jealous of the sun and stars.
The rain beat down on earth like iron bars.
The wind came through to terrorize the trees.
The lightning danced as if it danced to please.

The falling fury does not fall on me.
Through windows in the walls I sometimes see
The elements, and think it chance that I’d
Be watching them not on the other side.

But I am safe in this room for tonight.
When I have willed, I will turn off the light
And fall asleep in bedding soft and warm.
I do not love as I once loved the storm.