One might ask themselves: am I a dragon?

But truth be told, does it really matter?

One may not have wings, nor ever possess them

Yet can they not still revel in the dream of flight?

To dance amidst the storm grey clouds

To feel the wind as it passes over their wings

To listen to thunder's deep rumble

To thrill in the sight of lightning's flash

Though the hour is dark and late

A storm would be dearly welcome...