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...