Prophet

I am in my storm shelter,
battened down,
windows boarded.
I am under concrete,
hearing the tempest rage.
Drumming rain
drives me underground.
A crazy thought
bursts upon my brain.
I want to stand upon the mountain
and feel the full weight
of the wind
and after storm rages
and lightning strikes
and fire falls
hear your still small voice
whisper
my destiny.

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