exploding through the clouds.
The sky is illuminated with silver streaks,
like the reflection of a blade.
Cool drops of nature's tears,
come rushing down,
drenching the once dry land.
The glistening leaves on the dark trees,
are blowing in the brisk air.
The wind is picking up speed,
like a vulture chasing it's prey.
Clouds of damp darkness fill the sky,
no light left to see.
Like this stormy weather,
so is my life.
A black cloud stalks my every move,
my every thought,
pouring drops of pain upon me.
No umbrella to keep me dry,
no shelter to protect me,
from this infuriated storm.
Outside, I sit,
wide open to the zig-zagged bolts of fate.
I'm sinking into the muddy earth below me,
trapped in this storm of misery,
that is my life...