You say I am the roaring rain

That powerful gust of wind in your face

That loud crack as the thunder pops

The rain as it comes pouring down

What a weight it brings

The striking lightning 

The shake in the earth 

as it rumbles from the strike

But I am the light after the rain

As the clouds clear 

And the storm passes

I am the gentle wind

 that brushes across your face

The sweet-smelling air after the rain

The rainbow stretched across miles

As the sun hits the shower just right

And the storm has stopped

But there never was a storm

You realize I am not that storm 

The treacherous being 

You sought me out to be

That is not me

I define who I Am

Not You.