The Powerful Storm

I smell the sweet scent of the rain,

As it trickles down my face,

Soaking my clothes and books,

Starting to seep through into my briefcase

I hear the rumbling of thunder,

As it pounds in my chest,

Seems like it's trying to stop my heart,

Something it seems to do best

I see the blue streak of lightning,

As it splits the sky in two,

I watch as it strikes a strong standing tree,

Sending all of its energy into

I feel the crystal clear raindrops,

As they splatter onto me,

Exploding on my clothes and on my things,

Only drenched in this is what I can be

I taste the freezing cold water,

As it hits my pink and white tongue,

Sliding down my throat,

Like notes in a song I have sung

I am the powerful storm,

As it is all around my being,

Wind, water, lightning and thunder

Overwhelms me, leaving me dead and bleeding

Author's Note

Spur of the moment when it started raining here. Hope you liked. Leave suggestions and tips please! Thanks!
-Willa