Storm weather

It starts brewing suddenly

Quietly

Mostly uncertainly

Unpredictably

But you go along with it

Because its

Pleasantly

Surprisingly

Ferociously

Friendly

With gusts

And guffaws

It entices you

And traps you

To laugh

When it laughs

And you spread your arms

Expectantly

While it sweeps you up

Majestically 

Wildly

Fervently

Vehemently

Insistently

And you sway

And enjoy

And bask

And get drenched

In the storm

What do you know.

When the birds fly away

And motes in your eye

Start to play.

What do you know.

For the storm

Is you

For me

Unpredictably

Certainly

Unimaginably

Concretely

Unfortunately

It's oddly

Lovely. 

The storm,

It's fantastically

Phenomenally

Personally

You.