Storm?

Just random short poem

Alone in the cold, frightened by the storm,
Unsure of how this weather will form.
I'm yearning for a hurricane,
Or just a tornado and flooding rain.
Just strong winds won't satisfy,
The wrath of nature and the wrath that's mine.
The wind so strong to suffocate,
Please go outside and meet your fate.
Although not violent it shall do,
It's still enough to take the life from you.
I'd love to see it all torn to shreds
While you sleep in peace after all you've said.
The violent storm within still screaming.
Why can't all life have that much meaning?