The Storm in Me

The rain drizzles softly and the thunder rumbles deep

the lightning flashes brilliantly as hail keeps steady beat

the mist and fog cool and linger low, knee high or lower still

the wind blows eager slow with ease and emits its awful chill

rain drops making ripples in pools found down in the streets

gusting winds airborne the leaves, removing them from my feet

drifting high up into the air with no chosen path of destination

the melancholy storm around forcing on its own persuasion

I blink momentarily and take in this calming sight

i sit for what seems like hours as the day turns into night

the storm still going on with strength it seem as to never end

or cease its never ending fit its wounds wont ever mend

I now realize the storm is alive and just depressed like me

we seem much alike the raindrops are its tears and the thunder is its screams

the lightning its thoughts and the hail be its actions

the fog be its heart and the mist, its attraction

its wind is the effect that it has on the world when its feeling so cold inside

and its never ending cycle is from that of the sun which tells it lies

now the moon is its owner as my depression owns me

soon to trade emotions for a chance to be free

the storm fades away as the night turns to day

as does my depression, slowly it fades

and just like the storm I've traded my emotions for this peace

just to one day feel the same and have to face the storm in me