Clouds gather,
Holding on tight
To your weak little lungs
And hurt little heart.

Suffocating,
Fast and strong-
Your ribs crack like a whip.

Pushed under pressure,
Breathing becomes a distant memory.

Rain leaks from your eyes,
Slipping softly down your cheeks.

Thunder sounds when you open your mouth.

The storm in your chest-
Overwhelming.

You are engulfed.
Your stomach writhes,
Yearning for release.

You reach the zenith of your pain.

The storm calms.
The wind slows.
The thunder fades.

Leaving a tranquil, serene place
In the midst of disaster.