Sometimes being a friend feels like being a stormchaser's bodyguard

skies are dark, air is thick and heavy, no one sleeps... 
warning signs.... we should leave.
but they choose to walk the beaches, rope the wind,
swim in the churning sea,
a lightning rod in their embrace,
They're lost, caught up in the hurricane,
you reach for them, they can't see... 
hearts tossed like traffic lights,
shattered like sheet glass,
they're drowning in the surge,
unwilling to move to higher ground.
And your job is to listen.