This poem was thought of by me after I read one of my favorite books, Beautiful Creatures. I haven't seen the movie yet, but I am going to rent it the first chance I get.
I hear the storm
call to me,
From my
dreams
and from my sleep,
The rain falls down
to the ground below,
Lightning
bright
thunder low,
As my heartbeat begins to
slow,
They are my favorite
storms at
night,
The trees, they bend
to wind's
command,
Bellowing wind, burning,
warm,
As I sit inside the storm.