This is a poem by someone I know from college, a talented young lady called Sam Price
I felt it worth sharing, with her permission of course.
Storm Goddess
Remember us together,
Lying in your bed?
Listening to a song of storms,
‘I love the rain,’ I said.
You said I was your dream,
But I couldn’t make you stay.
I was much too raw for you,
and so you tossed me away.
My hair, a wild tornado,
My eyes are stormy skies;
You may try to break my spirit,
But you will never see me cry.
I am a Storm Goddess,
The bastard child of Zeus.
Revel in my power.
Fear what I can do.
I can roar like thunder,
With the strength of Hercules.
Beg and plead for mercy,
Down there on your knees.
I hope that you enjoyed,
The gift I sent to you,
Happy Birthday, darling,
The storm is here for you.
A tiny dash of lightening,
Handful of sprinkled rain,
Each lovely, little droplet,
Water torture to your brain.
I hope my song of storms:
My lament, drove you mad.
A reminder that you lost,
The best you’ve ever had.
I hope that when you hear that sound –
That sound that I adore:
Rain against the windowpane,
You will think of me, forevermore.
(Sam Price)
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