The Storm When I think of you, I feel the rage of a storm within my soul. When I think of you, the pounding of my heart becomes the thunder of the storm. When I think of you, the image of your face is as beautiful as the lightening in the night sky. When I think of you, the memory of your voice fills my mind like the sound of the wind in the trees. When I think of you, I feel your pain and sorrow like the sadness of the dark clouds blocking the sun. When I think of you, the love in my heart fills my mind like the rain fills the dry earth. When I think of you, I feel the rage of the storm within my soul. 11/1988