Standing in the open field
Watching the roiling black fury of sky
Come harrowing ever closer without yield
As brilliant lightning flashes by and by
But while I should be quaking with fear
I am instead stuck fast in abject wonder
Ov'r the magnifecent display of power here
Punctuated with cracks of rolling thunder
In place of terror, I feel oh so alive
I'd not seek cover but rather revel in the rain
With the storm coursing throuh my veins, I thrive
Now forever changed, ravenous to feel the storm again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem