I am

I am the wind blowing through

the tree standing outside your window

I can feel you watching me

I am the branch that softly scrapes

the wall outside, against your window

I know you are watching me

During the storms you sit on your bed

facing your window, leaning on the headboard

watching the storm. I know you want to be free

I know you. Seeing the violence of a storm

wanting to be outside, to be out in the rain,

to taste the droplets, to smell the air, feel the earth under your feet.

Beeecomming Ooone With the blooWing Wind Savagely Shaking the leaves

to Fly High up up aWay to Be Free

Wanting to feel the rumble of the thunder through, in your body

Being the lightning streaking through, parting the clouds

Dazzling by flashes, Charging the sky, Electrify

and so at night, when it rains, you know if I am Coming.

you sit against the headboard of the bed facing the window

Hearing a storm, liking a storm, wanting to be part of a storm

When I am gone

All is quiet

YOU are left