The Storm

I deflect lightning easily;
I'm on a mission
and I'm almost out of time.

I squat and peer
into the darkness
to get my bearings
and forge onward.

The storm, behind me,
presses me forward--
as if I need to be urged.
I must find him
before it is too late.

Light peeks between angry
clouds in the distance.
Thunder claps one last time
as daylight flickers and lingers.

I awake with a feeling of defeat;
I didn't complete my task.
I'm not even sure what it was.