I Am the Storm

Raindrops fall, yet I still persevere.
Thunder makes its cry against a pitch  
Black sky, yet I am standing strong
Like a warrior and I have no fear
As I face the storm directly. Some flinch  
or cower away, but in the throng
Of people I hear the whispers of
The wind and I embrace the storm
That is always within me. Usually it is
A storm that tears everything we love
Apart into pieces, but it transforms
And makes everything that was frizzy  
All around the edges like curly hair  
Coming undone hold together like
Firm glue. Wild eyes that have seen
Everything from peace to warfare
Become clear and focused. A strike
Of lightning does not faze me. The green  
Pasture is where I make my bed and  
I am the storm nobody understands.