The Storm

          The Storm

Listen to the pitter-patter on the roof slow and steady like the roaring of thunder, Stern and unchanging like the heated passion of my anger.

 

Listen to the smooth blowing wind Steady and sure like me and my overbearing confidence, pride taking over my body devouring my mind.

 

Watch as lightning catches the sky, shining my hope that lasts if only for a while.

 

See as they come together anger, concede, and hope coming together to create the awkward storm, creating me.