Control Poem by Preston James

I look out my window and watch the rainclouds drift through the darkening sky,
I gaze at the raindrops, admiring the beauty of the storm.
Thunder rumbles through the house, seeming to touch every corner.
The lightning slices through the clouds, harsh but undeniably beautiful.
I love the way the lightning brightens, the otherwise gloomy scene.
How the thunder echoes, like a distant drum.
All together expressing, the way I feel inside,
I want to bottle my storm up, take it where ever I go.
Then I can let everything out, express myself,
without ever losing control.