Bitten

Pent up inside,
A writing bug lies,
The world swirling in it's eyes.

'Know night nor day',
The storm clouds say,
'But wait a while, please stay'

For such a show
Of wind and storm gale
Very rarely passes this way.

"Hah!" Says our bug,
"What of this rain,
Gales such I face and fie!"

Heart of matter,
Plunging deep,
Swords swing, rhythm brings.

Words stream,
A puzzle pieced
together bit by bit.

A bug resides,
A brain decides,
And words gush forth in tide.