Thunderstorm

The wind howls, the rain pours, the thunder booms, the thoughts pass.
An endless storm, beautiful yet terrifying,
Freezing yet warm.
Hidden from the world, behind a soft smile, a glimpse seen through the eyes.

The clouds clear slightly.
The sun shines softly through, a smile creeps across my face, I stare into space,
My thoughts clear briefly.

I dont remember what started this storm,
Nor do I remember how to end it. I just sit there quietly, and try to pretend it isnt around.
But thunder is too loud, rain falls too much, and the clouds are too thick, to be hidden forever.
A little bit of the storm can be seen through the windows. A little bit of my storm can be seen through my eyes.

I close the windows, but still you hear the thunder,
Still you feel the shaking of the ground as it booms,
There is no hiding a thunderstorm.

So I sit, and ignore it, the storm grows angrier,
The booming grows louder,
Until the ceiling starts to leak,
And the tears begin to fall.


Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Miraman, in the year 840 AF.