Living a Storm is Okay

There's a dark cloud over my head, you say,

Y'know it doesn't matter anyway,

Life can be pointless sometimes,

Life is a poem without any rhymes,

So what, if a storm is brewing in my head, 

there will always be a monster under my bed,

But at least my 'imagination' won't get me dead.

Rain is the thing that keeps me sane,

Is it truly that lame to love the rain?

The clouds are a dark blue outside,

brewing a storm of calmness inside,

Let the rain save the day,

washing all pain away.

So is ever so bad to live life in a storm?

I must now iform, 

that a storm is the best life to live in.

Let the rain fall down,

The sky sends it's love.