Analysis of The Storm

I stood beneath the darkening clouds
To watch the raindrops fall
Then moved amidst the chestnut trees
As thunder made its call.
The wind began to howl at me
And loudly call my name.
I pressed more closely to the tree
With reddened cheeks of shame.
The thunder cracked and roared at me
Then laughed a merry laugh;
The sky lit up and winked its eye
And tore the clouds in half.
I stood below the chestnut tree
Protected by its limbs;
While the storm boomed & lightning blazed
Their most discordant hymns.