The thunder crashes outside my window,
bolts of lighting ever so close,
the lighting bright but only for a moment,
then i am left in the dark once more.
the rain drops you can hear,
everyone dropping,
hitting the glass,
slipping down in little trails.
the thing thats weird,
is i feel so comfortable here in this spot,
left with the storm of the night,
maybe because for once i feel at peace,
or maybe i just feel at home,
because the storm and i,
we aren't so different,
my screams can boom just like the crashes of thunder,
my pain glows like the bright lighting
but only for a moment,
then i am left in the dark again,
and my face too resembles the window,
except the rain drops are really my tears
my tears fall for someone like you,
who put me threw so much hurt,
maybe if you just made up your mind,
i would not have to be the storm
i could be your rainbow*
