A streak of light flies through the sky, The clouds open up and begin to cry, I scan the scenery that laid before me, I see there is no way I can flee, I race through the meadow, My eyes darting about for a willow, My hair is dripping wet, And I break out in a cold sweat, Warm memories envelop me like a blanket, My father who went by the name of Talcott, My other father who called himself Elorm, Both of them embraced me in my room, under a storm, They told me, “Don’t fear the storm. Brave it!” In present day, I shiver, but I stand firm and tall, I puff my chest as if I’m going to brawl, I open my shoulders and spread my feet, And shout, “Storm, you won’t have me beat.” As if the storm beckoned me, A streak of light raced toward me, And enveloped me in a golden glow, It was a death blow, Pain coursed through my body like never before, My skin felt like vapor, And then all at once, everything went black, I awoke in the hospital bed, And realized I was not dead, A grin began to form, And then I said, “I braved the thunderstorm!”