Seven missed calls...

The sky was grumbling,

The air was electric and the wind,

The wind was shouting for freedom. 

Oh, how I wished I could be 

In the eye of the storm. 

No one to please, no one to care for, 

No duties, useless worries, wordly troubles. 

Just me and the storm, 

Dancing around each other,

Admiring each other's colors,

Laughing with no reason,

Then,

Breaking into a thousand shards of water,

Falling, crashing, giving birth to new life,

Refreshing tired minds. 

Oh how I wish I was free from this world.