Comfort

Glory Grace Villarin

How come this pernicious storm is this beautiful.
People find it parlous, though it is true, however,
As my eyes behold it, I find peace in it,
The thunderous storm I find comfort where all my worries are at ease.
Storm I crave for every morning I wake
Though sunrise is beautiful to behold, yet nothing can compare to a storm I’m always craving for.

Loving a storm may sound like yearning for disaster, yet it is the opposite,
Blaming me for it is injustice, for I am just praying for the desire which I deserve,
How come a storm is less appreciated,
The formidable cloud, the loud thunder,
the extreme lightning, is too harmonious to feel.
As I found peace in it, annoying to people who do not appreciate the beauty it holds.
For me, loving a storm is always a comfort to my longing soul
Ant it will always be my favorite season since the day I was born.