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!”