Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

Thunderstorm

(The rain)

Soaking wet,
from your thunder clouds,
I affirm there was indeed something in your storm,
That brought me to my knees,
At roar of your lightning rage.
It was in my inadequate ability to satisfy my unquenchable thirst for poetry.
In every droplets of yours,
I found a Well,
overflowing with words that I recognize clearly; Poetry.
And for the first time,
I understood the feeling,
The Xerocole felt, when it heard the first drops of rain,
Falling majestically upon the desert soil;
The relief of thirst.
Yet... inevitably, all thunderstorms come to an end,
And I'm felt again a wanderer,
In search of a next thunderstorm,
To quench my thirst.