• When I watch the drizzle fall
    And hear the drops tap
    My mind yearns for the storm
    My heart awaits the call.

    The anxious noise.
    And crackle of thunder
    Along with the weak lightening
    Has me wonder

    Where's the storm?

    This one question fills my mind
    And stops my heart.
    Where is my storm?
    When will it start?

    The pounding rain?
    The bright light?
    The loud thunder?
    The strong might

    Of this angry storm brewing?

    I want this storm.
    I need this storm.
    I can't find this storm.

    So where is the storm?