If I Were Like a Summer Storm If I were like a summer storm And had no legs nor eyes nor mouth But only clouds and hot thick air I would rush through the sky and go to where you are I would rain and crash thunder and throw lightning all around you I would let the rain die down and have a chilling wet wind blow through you I would make the coldness and dampness seep into your home and into your bones I would not ever go away. If I were like a vivid dream And had no shape nor weight nor form But only colored thoughts and relentless suggestions I would make you see and feel the terror of a murdered man's last breath I would make you shake and sweat and cough and cry I would steal away all your sleep and fill the space with frightening looks from monsters all around I would poke at you with icy images and drown you in a warm deep inescapable lake of fear I would haunt you every night. If I were like this poem And had no more to me than these few lines But all the same had form and voice and direction I would make each line sting more and more I would make every word tear a bigger piece of you away I would have every image and every sound come real to you and make you want to throw me down I would make myself so heavy with message and meaning that you could never forget me I would burn in your mind for all of your life. C