Thunder rumbles gently throughout the cloudy sky.
Lightning cracks and cries, lighting up the nights dark eyes.
Rain falls atop the trees, dripping through its green leaves.
Gliding down the bark and wood, water floods down to the ground below.
Creatures dive for cover, hiding from the storms harsh blows.
The elements swarm in a torrential dance as the sky bellows.
The world waits for the storm to calm.
For the winds to end.
For the rain to cease.

A haunting voice echoes into the void.
Light is engulfed by the darkness of the oncoming night.
Many try to shout out in terror, yet only whispers escape their mouths.
Dogs whimper as they hide with their caregivers.
Birds cease their frantic chirping.
The land has been enveloped by the night.
Yet the haunted voice sings on.
An aria for the darnkess.

Remember those wooden games you would play with as a child?
Where there was a board with differently shaped slots.
You would have to fit the matching shaped blocks into them.
Circles, Squares, Triangles, and Stars.
Adulthood is like that game.
Some days we do not get any of the shapes correct.
Then there are days when get a few.
On the rarest of days you get all of the blocks in their perfect place.
The hard days make the special days so much better.
Even the two out of three block days are something to celebrate.
So keep practicing, you can get them all right.

"The world needs more hopeless romantics."
What does it mean to be a hopeless romantic?
It means my heart breaks when the person I adore chooses another.
I fall hard and fast for those who may not feel the same.
I would climb mountains for my partner, while they might walk all over me.
It means I write poetry for those who will never know.
I love the person I am with, and care for them until they leave me.
I pour my heart into my lovers.
Everyone who uses the phrase hopeless romantic seems to forget the most important part of the term.
Hopeless
Being this way is lonely and soul crushing.
Hopeless yet never ceasing my search.