I Am The Storm Poem by Nathaniel DeMay

I am the storm,
always unhappy,
always the same.
The rain is my tears,
the cloud, my souless body,
the lightning my rage.

Can you hear me call you?
I loose my breath, and you call it wind.
Can you see me try to get near you?
Whenever I do, you shatter my sprit and call it hail.
Can you smell my desperateness?
It hang heavy near you and you call it humidity.

Can you feel me kiss you?
I do and you call it impossible.