I watch the storm clouds surround me,
Yet luna still shines in between...
Lightening flashes through the clouds.
I stare, wondering what it means?
I think sometimes storms forget..
My soul needs to be quenched.
A gentle cleansing of impurities,
Or maybe I need to be violently drenched.
It really doesn't seem to matter.
I believe the storms have left me for dead.
They slowly move away from me.
Leaving only darkness ahead.