The calm after the storm never stays long,
Before it hunts you down.
Rolling clouds heavy with rain,
Thunderbolts aflame ready to strike,
The world engulfed in a hungry shadow.
And with a boom,
Words come crashing,
Droplets with a ready blade come pelting down.
Silence...
Only rain patters against tightly closed windows,
A fierce wind picks up.
Trees bow,
Letting it pass.
Sizzling with electricity,
I let out a shout,
Thunder rolls out of my control,
A golden crevasse in the sky,
Splitting what's right from wrong,
With a cold-chilling CRACK.
And in this light I stare,
Sucking out my soul,
This cold frigid light that grows on fury,
Blinded... It takes over me,
I am no longer me.
Flash,
Boom,
Lightning,
Rain,
Flash,
Boom,
Lightning
Rain,
My mother's hand on mine,
And just like that,
Sunshine peeked out of the clouds.
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