Storm

The storm, it rages on just outside my window

It rattles and shakes violently, as if to say “Let me in,”

The storm she speaks to me but do I answer her call?

Do I let her in? NO. Instead I will call back to her and say “You let me in”

I rush to the door, reaching slowly for the knob unsure of the consequence

And suddenly, violently the storm calls replies “Only if you promise to get lost within”

My world shakes from her fury and with a half smile I reply just underneath my breath “I already have”