THUNDERSTORMS

I could never really describe the way

thunderstorms made me feel

It is a strange experience.

At first,

as the wind starts rising

and getting stronger,

I feel it inside me.

Everything growing bigger and building up.

Then the sirens, 

as a warning that soon,

I will explode.

And it begins.

Lightning strikes

and thunder falls

just a few seconds behind.

All in the meanwhile,

giant droplets fill the isolated streets 

that are my skin.

In the end all that is left,

is the petrichor of the rain.

This poem is about: 
Me

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