A theme of storms

So I save my words while I’m out in the world
Such clever little devices let me capture time
Remember whispers and exhales
Then while I cannot sleep and storms brawl overhead
I conjure them from their glowing lights
To come to me in the night
A right proper squall buffets the house
And the threat of it begins to sweeten
Here in my castle of lights and shapes
Of command and machine exhale

I can live here
In ways I cannot elsewhere
And so to when I live out there in your place
The way in which I do it is hidden from you
I learn then that this is the way it should be