A storm is coming
A big thunderous, Cloudy, Rainy, Windy Storm
A tornado touches down right outside my house
I stare at it through a window wondering what it'd be like to let it take me
I open the window to get a closer look and feel the air as it flows through my hair
It looks like the thumb of God coming down and touching earth, but we are not worthy of being touched by God
It's like the quote, "I'm untouchable, but I'm forcing you to feel me"
You can't touch God but you can take him into your life, but I digress
I see a light
A mighty light shines down upon the entire scene
A light so beutiful that it blinds everyone that it shines over
It captivates me
Urging me to shut the window and return to safety
I see the light through the window now
The light takes a shape
A figure of a woman appears from the light
It is her, my light

written by Joey Numbers

Ok, so I bring more poetry out today, so what? deal with it.