Stormy lullaby’s

this talking speeds faster than wind,
it’s heats and cools the mind.
when opposites collide,
storms gather.
thunder booms,
giving way to turbulence,
yet lightning strikes
only when it must.
i enjoy illuminated nights.
it’s the blinking of night,
awakening the life of sleep.
yet these crashes minimally disturb.
okay, some might find it discomforting,
but do they not find comfort in
consistency?