She softly whispers above the thunders clap.
She commands the storms, which rage.
The winds flow from her auburn hair.
Lightning from her eyes enflame my soul.
Thunder resounds, causing my body to tremble.
Thus I welcome the storm.
For each is unlike the last.
Come to me storm charmer.
So this mere mortal may experience thy power.
I love the intense power of the raging storm.
As a child, I feared how the night, she did transform.
Now I know the Storm Charmer and welcome her embrace.
Following with my eyes, every line of her form, I do trace.
Eagerly, I yearn for each new encounter with renewed passion.
I need to be near her in some way shape or fashion.
The Charmer is friend to all forest creatures.
Behold her smoky gown and lovely illuminated features.
Welcome to the fold, lovely spirit, wild and free.
Watch her incantations and enjoy the storm with me.