The Storm

The kind of storm you chase
Not the one you run from
When it's too hot in the summer
And you just hate to see the sun come
When you looked outside your window
And that rain finally came
Not like Sandy or Katrina
The hurricane without a name
The storm that blows through
Quicker than the news anticipated
The rush and chills that it gives you
That makes you run out and chase it
The way your heart feels
As you start to close the distance
That natural ecstasy in your veins
That we know as adrenaline
Beautiful storm right there
That you're focused and glued to
Think you finally caught it
But then it comes and consumes you...