A restless night, I toss and turn in my bed.
Outside the wind gusts through the falling leaves
while the rain floods the ground nearby
and batters my tent in a beat of percussion.
Bang, bang, bang!
It's no use - I cannot sleep through this!
I fling off the blanket and plunge outside.

Rain pours down, soaking me, running down
my bare skin and into the sodden ground.
Then suddenly a flash of light, and the forest glade
etches itself into my eyes in the brief instant.
When the crack of thunder comes but a second later
I curl my toes into the ground and howl,
lost to the moment I let the storm surge through me,
fill my soul, possess me,
take me to places forbidden to mortal man.
Then the lightning comes again and sweeps me away.

A river of time impossibly long,
yet swiftly navigated, leading into the darkness.
I scream in ecstacy; the power of the storm
sweeps over me, through me, courses through my
outstretched hands and into the void beyond.
Again it comes, and again!
My skin breaks out in a fever of sweat,
drizzling down to the ground along with the rain.
Then I'm caught in the vortex, spinning around and around,
lifted into the air and flung through the universe.
Too much!  I'm out of control, my mind is gone,
lost to the wonderous power that I have tasted,
the likes of which I have never known.

Without warning then, the end of the tunnel,
the darkness recedes as quickly as the furious power,
and I fall to the ground rejuvenated.
The storm passes on, leaving the world fresh,
full of life and glowing with new hope.
And I lie down and sleep, completely exhausted,
yet more alive than ever before.
For I have tasted the power of the gods.