When the skies darken, the smile on the inside widens.
Off in the distance, along the horizon, my eyes are captivated by a sight of unexplainable beauty,
although many disagree.
The darkness stands like a Roman army waiting for the order to strike the remaining light.
Watching, becoming tense.
The light is a small rebellion, resisting the strength of the darkness.
But nature and life run their course, and the light dies.
a shadowed image of a former world lights up like a battlefield from wars long ago.
My friends go inside, but I will not
I laugh and scream at the sky, my yells met by ground shaking thunder
Now I laugh harder, I can't control it...
"All good things must come to pass"
whoever said that had a point
As the rain subsides, I die a little inside.
I go to my room and wait...
wait for another storm
nothing to do but wait...