The Storm

She loves the calm before the storm.
When the wind-chimes sing their warnings,
And the rain slowly starts tumbling.
She sits on her driveway and watches,
Tilting her head up for the cleansing rains.
As the lightening begins,
To dance across the sky,
In flashes of irresistible fire,
She’s tempted to try and touch it.

People keep pulling her away,
But one day they won’t be around,
And she’ll perish,
Because she’s out too long,
And the real storm begins.
Drowned by the rain droplets,
Or burned beyond repair,
All of because she was,
Too curious for her own good,
Stupidity mistaken for bravery.


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