The Fools, The Wise, and The Poets

There are the fools

They scurry for cover

At thunder's booming roar

That can cause them no harm

There are the wise

The crouch down low

At lightning's blinding flash

For they know danger

There are the poets

Who hide from neither thunder nor lightning

Nor hail and rain

They stand in the storm

Oblivious from the danger

Because they only know

The words that spill from their lips

Call me a poet.

A.N.- Literally too! I sort of like this one... It was pretty random.