The pitter-patter of the rainfall on the windowsill
The roar of thunder, the flash of lighting
The turmoil of the dark and twisted clouds
As they move seamlessly across the sky
Shadows and Darkness, moving in a sort of demonic dance
Tracing their way across the tumult of the night sky.
The storm rages outside my window
As my own storm rages within
The anger, back and forth
The raging thoughts, like those of the clouds
Tracing their way menacingly across my mind.
As a storm tossed sea,
My hearts calm flow
Turns to treacherous rapids
Waves braking over my safety
Crashing over my faith
And soaking my love
I am weathered and beaten
I am torn and broken
But I have the will to go on
To beat out this storm
To outlive this strife
The rain strikes relentlessly outside my window
The peaceful pitter-patter of the drops
Becoming a uniform of sounds
The lightning flashes,
And I count
1…. 2…3…4…. 5…6…
Then the clap of thunder
The storm is leaving,
Leaving me broken, but alive
I have beaten the storm
I have survived

 
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