A Storm I Am

This is just the beginning. Will post the rest when finished.

When I start to behave like a storm, when I billow smoke and steam, and strip the bark from trees, you should know I am coming for you. When I start to spit lightening and fire, when I swallow streams and shake the ground beneath your feet, you should know I am missing you. I come from the West, wild hair and mad eyes, dancing above the mountain tops headed East towards the sound of your voice. You sit there, counting the seconds between thunder claps, and me, I'm counting the seconds to impact.