FEBRUARY THUNDERSTORM

This wind doesn’t cry;
It chimes against the metal tubes
Hung from our windows.
This rain doesn’t fall;
It carefully caresses the trees and
Slides down our windows.
And I am forever left inside,
Safe from the February rain,
Safe, heaven forbid I dance again
Alongside the raindrops and amidst the clouds but
No. It is for my own good that I
I watch from behind the window panes.
And yet, I can just barely taste the thunderstorm.