The Storm

Thunder booms,
I stare,
At the twisting clouds,
Menacing yet beautiful,
A flash,
Then more thunder,
Snow swirls around,
Encompasing the whole world in white,
It's dark,
Until sudden strikes of lightning light up the world,
Leaving imprints in my vision,
Dark green shapes,
Dancing just outside the window,
I blink,
And they are gone,
Until another strike of lightning hits, 
And then they are back.

I close my eyes and listen,
Silence,
I count, 
1,
2,
3,
Boom. 
The storm is three miles away,
That's what I was taught,
Wait till the lightning, 
Then count,
1,
2,
3,
That's when the thunder sounds,
Shaking my house, 
I wait for another strike,
So I can count again,
Maybe the storm is closer now,
But none come,
And I'm left,
Waiting, wanting more.