Out my window,
Into the distance,
The storm brews.
With time, it looms.
Blackening the sky,
It twists day into night.
The viciousness of the wind,
Swishing everything so fiercely.
It makes me want to run away,
Get me out of this place!
I smell the fresh rain,
And down it pours.
After weeks of immense drought,
It was appreciated by all.
But still, the sun peeps through,
The blackening sky.
Later, the clouds vanish,
The storm elapses,
And the sun disguises the scene.
Now, I must face the fact that the storm,
No longer gives me protection from the world.
I no longer have a place to hide.
