It must have been cloudy --
for this pain in my chest is heavy.
And as you speak, the rain begins to fall,
soaking my skin;
sending shivers to my spine,
with every step you took.
And as I repeat the tragedy of events in
I can see lightning bolts collide.
And like a rainy day,
I can feel the thunder rumble against my templates.
So strong, the thoughts begin to hurt.
the memories start to soak in,
and drown my control with it.
And like a house with no roof,
begin to tremble.
The wind, carries my belongings with it.
And as I coward for safety,
my bones tremble and shake -
while I wait for this weather to pass.