Mortal

This is another timeframe- night- of crickets, rain, and dark,
Where wet air clings and smothers me,
Where thunder rocks my chest, and outlines glow-
the outlines of the trees and mountains shine-
for brief seconds of time,
Where life is fed and nourished; as am I,
As *I* breathe in this air- this summer storm!
Exhilaration, freedom, is its call,
And even through the sheet of air and dew,
I am reborn into this world of hope!

But I am cold, and bones shiver in skin,
Without a blanket but the clouds and sky,
My voice can pass through all this din,
but I cannot, no, not I.