A storm is brewing; I’d thought it’d passed.
These days of light, I hoped would last.
Clouds roll in, their presence stark,
atmosphere disturbed heavens dark.
I feel my body, see if I’m there
Swathe my arms, shield what is bare
I tilt my head, linger for the rain
The pressure weighs its intense pain.
The black sky opens, torrent begins
my face is wet with all my sins
The wind lashes, through my hair
and all I do is stand and stare.
How long it will rage I cannot tell
the destruction caused within this hell.
There is no harmony to make me whole
as this silent storm tears through my soul.