If I Were A Storm (Draft 0)
Sometimes I feel like even the wind
can’t hear me, and I’m going to blow away
Oh I wish when the wind listens
it swiftly carries many swooshy messages to you
because I believe we are a hurricane
waiting to happen, or a tornado
This could be the twist
that is manifest when
your hot front
meets my cool façade
and we’d be such a gentle storm
that the mix would be a bliss
— Douglas Gilbert
