The world drowns in a grey abyss
The discordant revolution of a storm with the mind
Heaven knows we've left the calm behind
Senses in place, feelings amiss.

The eyes' downpour as it watches the clouds
A blanket of steel sheathing the sun
Weaving a lore with the winds rapid run
A thunderous voice rumbles, not too loud.

The sudden crescendo of a cloudy roar
Wings dislodged, vision askew, hearts aflutter,
The slashing rain, lashing against the shutter
The gentle, unnoticed, infinite petrichor.