Storm Chasers by Jennifer Green

The clouds churned angrily above
Levitating lava devouring the sky
Wind whipping with a deafening growl
Blasting sand penetrating my skin, like sharp needles

Day became dark as night
My camera protecting me
Keeping me safe and fearless

Then there she was . . .
A beacon in the dark

We were the same;
Children playing with the storm
But different;
An extrovert and introvert
Participant and observer
Juxtapositions in life

She laughed at the angry water and wicked winds
Teasing and taunting them
I stealthily stalked each moment
Seizing it and dragging it into memory

Neither of us backing down until we’d had our fill
We made the rules
Each our own experiences
Both exhilarated by life