Daring for Death

lightening strikes
taunting me
tempting me
and just one time
I wish it would hit me
stand face to face with death
so I can see
what is on the other side
and I stand
out in the pouring rain
wearing shoes of lead
screaming to the sky
daring any deity to strike me dead
but instead
I'm only hit
with the hammering sound of thunder
taunting me
telling me
death will have to wait for another day